Completed [The Kabrin Road] A new journey

[Des]

What no!? Des said in and embarrassed voice. Thrown off by the womans comment. Shakes his head and tightens the blade closer to the man's neck. Still fluster by her comment Des tries to explain himself " I was-am hunting for a group of bandits that have made their home in these woods ". Continues to explain himself in a embarrassed voice looking away from the woman. " I thought that you two were bandits ".

[Vassarka Oleander]

Vassarka sighed sadly, and moved forward towards the man. "He'sss not a bandit." she said softly. "But...I know where they went." Moving closer to the man, she tossed her hair back, and beckoned to him, pursing her lips flirtatiously and batting her long eyelashes.

[Zaed Martel]

Zaed struggled against the hold the stranger had on him and threw is hammer to the ground. He watched as Vassarka dropped her weapons and stepped closer, distracting the man holding the knife against Zaeds throat. Zaed sensing his chance approaching and drawing on experience of brawling in the past, bent his knees and straightened his back, and when he felt the knife move ever so slightly away from his throat as the mans attention focused on Vassarka, shot his hand up to grab the man roughly by the hair, and pulling his own weight forward and yanking as hard as he could, sent the stranger flying over him. Zaed stumble backwards, wincing, and noticed that the knife had cut his neck ever so slightly. He chuckled, lifted a hand and brought it back down wet with blood, but was relieved to find it was not deep.
He quickly reached down and picked up his warhammer, not hesitating to pin the stranger down with the head of the weapon. then, he leaned his weight upon it. "What do you think you're doing?" He shouted, his head dizzy with adrenaline.

[Vassarka Oleander]

Vassarka let out a gasp of shock, as she watched Zaed throw the man over his back, and pin him down. She was also slightly disappointed; her seduction technique was almost about to work. Swiftly, she picked up her bow and quiver, and axe, and advanced towards Zaed where he was pinning down the man. "Who are you?" Vassarka demanded, her voice razor sharp with the steely edge of white-hot anger.

[Des]

" I already answered you question " Des says in a sarcastic way. His arms may be pinned but legs are not. Swiftly throwing his legs over mans head and locks his feet. pulling the mans head foward and throws him off. Stands up and with his hands up and says " enough we are not enemies theirs no need to fight, if we continue to fight we might draw unwanted attention ".

[Zaed Martel]

Zaed scrambled to his feet and picked up his warhammer once more from the ground. He held it infront of him and prepared to attack. "I seem to remember you firing an arrow at me!" He hissed. Zaed gave the stranger no chance to reply and simply darted forwards, swinging the warhammer towards Des's head. His arms, strong from years of hard labour, swung it with bone crushing strength.

[Zaed Martel]

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[Vassarka Oleander]

Vassarka may have looked calm, but on the inside, she was fuming. How dare this man stride right into their makeshift camp, and start firing arrows at them, then blame it all on herself and Zaed. She aimed her throwing axe at the strange man's head, then threw it, with a deadly purpose to kill. Nobody messed with Vassarka Oleander.

[Zaed Martel]

As Zaed swung the war hammer however, he found that despite the strength behind the swing, his limited experience using it and anger in his attack caused him over balance. He stumbled forwards slightly and his attack was easy for Des to dodge. When Zaed recovered, he turned in the chill air to see Vassarka's throwing axe clip Des's shoulder. He was unsure of whether or not it had caused any damage, but it looked like it had not. Zaed stepped back from Des, expecting retailiation and glanced to the side to watch Vassarka's reaction.

[Vassarka Oleander]

Vassarka could tell that the situation was dire, and they needed to get away. While Des lay on the ground, clutching his shoulder from her axe, she ran over to grab it and stow it in her saddlebag. They really needed to leave, now. "Zaed! We need to go!" she shouted, as she hastily untied Flash from the tree. "Leave the tents, unlessss you can pack yoursss up within the next chime!" Checking to see everything was there, Vassarka looked regretfully at their little campsite that they had set up. Climbing into the saddle, Vassarka tossed her hair, and Flash reared. It was almost pitch dark, and their progress would not be very good, even with her powerful eyesight. She would probably have to lead Zaed, they couldn't risk lighting torches until they were far away from the crazed man.