Melissa
*Arthur would pause for a moment, looking at the handiwork he had done. The entirety of the archer's arm had been lobbed off, blood spilling out from the stub where it had been moments previously. He would raise his weapon once more, bringing it down on the same exact wound he had cut from earlier. The pyrokinetic aspect of his weapon would cause the blood that it hit to burn and sizzle, while also causing the insides of the flesh to bubble and boil due to the intense amount of heat the blade emitted. This, combined with Arthur's strength, would hopefully be enough to completely rip the archer's body into two pieces, however if this wouldn't work, as an assurance to gurantee the archer's death, once the initial swing was over, he would keep using the bladed end of the halberd to keep chopping off at the archer's body, slashing at whatever was exposed. Throughout this entire ordeal, he kept an aloof demeanor and nonchalant look on his face, watching the archer's body become mutilated beyond comparison. When he was finished with his work, he would step back a bit, looking down at the irrecognizeable corpse that the archer had left behind. Bits of flesh, along with pools of boiling blood began to form on the ground below. There were many deep lacerations and slash wounds inflicted on the poor man's body, and when Arthur had finished his work, he left it alone to look around for the water macen mage.*

*When he spotted her, he gave her a small little smile - a smile none would expect from someone who had just murdered a man in cold blood. It was a friendly, warm smile, much like a gentle breeze after a long day's work. It radiated a sense of amity, which contrasted entirely with what had been laid out before him. He put his halberd's butt on the floor, staring silently at the mage once he took off his grin. He blocked the entrance to the cabin, meaning there was no way out, except through him. He wanted to see what the mage would do when she realized there was no way to escape the cabin - she was as good as dead, wasn't she?*
Patrick
*While he did look for her, she was no where to be seen, the mage was probably only detected earlier because she had to heal the rider and was running with him. It doesn't matter, she would've barely made even a couple silver, considering she hadn't a weapon nor armor. The loot from everything else would prove to be enough, though, if Arthur were to sell these weapons and armor he could certainly fetch around 15 gold. Airstriders could be sold for around 30 gold, but the combat training it received and unusually coloured plumage could get more, perhaps around 50 gold. Though combat trained airstriders are definitely rare enough that it'd be difficult to find another one like it, perhaps it would wise to keep it? Makes you wonder who raised and trained such a mount, perhaps the rider himself.*

**Bad Day Complete (not for Arthur, for the people who were foolish enough to attack him.)**
2UP to Arthur
Melissa
*It would seem that the mage had escaped the area while he was busy hacking away at the archer and his body. Well, it didn't really matter, did it? He would look around the area, noticing the abundance of weapons and armor that the einerfin and the archer's corpses had left behind. He shifted his halberd back into it's sword form, sheathing it into his scabbard. He began to wonder where the mage had ran off to; these guys were obviously from New Sunlight, so it was possible that she would go back to report what had happened tonight to the higher ups of the guild. Though, it didn't really matter too much - Arthur, after all, had severed all ties with New Sunlight a long time ago. It was nothing more than a bad memory lodged within the backs of his mind. The skills of those who were sent to apprehend him, however, were clearly nothing to joke around with. If it weren't for his temporarily boosted mana regeneration, he would have completely burned out his magical reserves before he had began his own assault on the cabin. Perhaps it was due to his own faulty behavior when it came to how he approached the encounter - he'd have to learn to try and manage himself better next time before he really does get backed into a corner in which he could not escape from.*

*He gathered all of the items he had found scattered throughout the cabin floor, walking towards the air strider he had left behind. He planned to sell all these items to a high bidder so that he could earn a large amount of gold, but he would also begin to wonder: where would he be able to sell such a massive sum? Well, it was no matter. He packed all of the items onto the air strider, and left the scene of the forest, now with a whole lot of items he needed to sell.*