07-13-2014, 11:06 PM
This time, Gwen didn't aim for vitals. Freyja swooped in low, passing by close enough for Gwen to snake out her lance, and neatly trip the bandit still fleeing for the safety of the cave. Or, in actuality, stab him in the calf -- she wasn't that precise, after all.The important thing was, he wasn't dead, and he wasn't running anymore.
Once Freyja had landed -- flattening a bandit tent accidentally in the process -- Gwen regarded the bandit that Joachim was still dealing with. "I counted two running into the cave, plus the one with the deer," Gwen said.
The man Joachim had jabbed in the shoulder, while not as badly injured as the others left outside of the cave, seemed to consider the precariousness of his situation. He dropped his axe to the ground with a clatter, and slowly raised his hands, backing away from Fafnir's fearsome teeth and claws.
Once Freyja had landed -- flattening a bandit tent accidentally in the process -- Gwen regarded the bandit that Joachim was still dealing with. "I counted two running into the cave, plus the one with the deer," Gwen said.
The man Joachim had jabbed in the shoulder, while not as badly injured as the others left outside of the cave, seemed to consider the precariousness of his situation. He dropped his axe to the ground with a clatter, and slowly raised his hands, backing away from Fafnir's fearsome teeth and claws.