The wound that the sharp rock cut in Arcon's neck stung but wasn't deep enough to be bothersome at the moment. Quickly pulling out a simple dagger from his boot, Arcon threw it straight and true at one of his attackers, finding it's mark in the neck of the highwayman. "Curse your sling, though it shall do harm no longer," Arcon said to himself.
A scream of pain and a clank of sword on stone came from behind the elf and he turned quickly to see Bethberry carrying a slightly rusted blade, falling back behind a blinded highwayman. It was too easy, and Arcon almost regretted attacking a handicapped enemy. But the man's intentions would be the same if not for his sudden impairment.
The robber opened his eyes, only to see blurry figures and shapes about him, and light streaming down through the tree tops. As he turned to look around him and gain his bearings, he met Arcon head on. "Aaaarrgghhhh," the man screamed as his arms were pinned back behind him. As was the usual manner of highwaymen, the man was ignorant and stubborn, not knowing when to acknowledge defeat. He spat in Arcon's face. The elf quickly broke both arms and drew his sword once more, cleaving the lower halves of each leg out from under the man. "Spit at me, and you will find yourself stagnating in your own filth, dog of men" Arcon said as he stepped over the broken man.
Sheathing his blade, Arcon ran back to the road. Then he stopped. Looking across the way, there was Naaramare, held hostage by one of the filthy men. "Get back! Back you evil elf! I'll slice here if ye' come any closer!" the man yelled at Arcon.
The highwayman didn't notice Bethberry come up from behind him and throw more blinding herbs and oils into his face. He quickly released Naaramare, who made a hasty retreat back to the safety of the woods with Bethberry. Arcon lept across the road and easily took the man's head off as he spun around with sword drawn. It landed with a thud and rolled into the bush, and his body fell limply to the ground.
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