While they're busy gawking at the battlemage armed with gods-know-what, Garyn steps out from his hiding place with his terrible black sword drawn. He slashes through the hardened leather armor of his first target as though it were cheesecloth, and runs her through with a thrust. Almost with the same motion, he beheads the barkeep with a single swing of the mighty Daedric longsword.
The strongest of the lot, armored in bonemold, is charging toward Ibani. He likely thinks his sword, in a very skilled guard position, will be enough to stop her. In that he is gravely mistaken.
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The strongest of the lot, armored in bonemold, is charging toward Ibani. He likely thinks his sword, in a very skilled guard position, will be enough to stop her. In that he is gravely mistaken.