Carmalita unsheathed her daggers from beneath her coat, maybe it would be time to show the rest of the company she could inflict great pain and not just heal it. Some of the company had bows, and so slew the wildmen as soon as they emerged from the bushes. But some had gotten past the barrage of arrows and were getting closer to the company.
Carmalita looked around and saw the nearest wildman sneaking up behind Turthôl, he had not seen him for he was busy firing arrows. Quickly sprinting to his aid, she kicked the wildman in the chest. He was fulng backwards and winded. But he charged towards Carmalita, she to ran forward and plunged her daggers into his heart. He fell slowly to the ground. As she had done this Turthôl turned round. He had seen what she had done, nodded his head and continued fighting.
Carmalita slew one wildman as there was only six, and even though her dagger skills were a bit rusty, the techniques that her father, then her mother taught her came flooding back into her mind with ease. Did the rest of the company still think she was just a nurse now?
[ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]
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