Douglas
"Whoops. Forgot you were bleeding out, old man."

"Approaching things head on is a good way if you have enough strength to do so. Unless you're so weak that you need to rely on stealth. Might as well become an assassin and speculate into some actual assassination abilities, instead of walking up to armed guards when its apparent that they're not going to cooperate. Drawing blood is fine by me, unless you're too afraid to fight a simple group of soldiers. What happened to your Oni heritage? I thought they were fearsome warriors, not stalkers of the night. Get some armor while your at it."

*Don't want him bleeding out and dying. That's a waste of good gold. Fortunately, from his encounter with the elves, he's picked up on some healing magic. Quickly casting Walk it Off on the old man, Idrid runs quickly off to the way that he entered. There's a big gaping hole there, after he smashes it to pieces.*

```Walk it Off cast, 25 mana spent, 5 mana regained since I regained 5 this turn, 18/80 mana remaining.```
Peter
*Zenoral didn't say anything, not from the fact that Idrid was right in any kind of copassity. No, the Lizard was wrong with every word spoken. Rather, he went from annoying to downright disrespectful bring up the Oni in that light. Painting them as nothing more then angry meat heads with strength being their only strong suit. The fact that he seemed to stare at them like this made the Oni want to kill the damn thing himself. But doing so will only bring more trouble, so he let the lizard run off and do his own thing. Taking a moment to crouch, preparing himself to leap back up to the wooden platform. Before picking himself up and going right out the window to reach the roof to see what was going down along the town. He figured they had one more target. Until he had seen the burning farm house in the distance. Less pay if the person there had died. But for something like that? Zenoral didn't care.*
Anthony
*Damn... That was quite a lot of gore that just met Arthur's eyes as the limbs of the man got chopped off, piece by piece. There really wasnt anything remaining of the man but stubs where his arms and legs should have been, and of course, his head and torso. Was this becoming a sort of staple for how he was to incapacitate his opponents? First with Cornelius, and now with this guy. It was almost routine, drilled into his mind like an instinct. The man's already pathetic demeanor looked even more so with the constant wailing and screaming he was causing, which did annoy the kitsune slightly, though it was to be expected. The man was losing blood in tremendous amounts, so Arthur picked his bleeding body up, holding each of the man's stubs close to the spreading fire of the barn as a means to cauterize each of the wounds. Because of this, all the bleeding would stop, but the man would go unconscious; he couldn't bear the pain, could he?*

*With this finished, Arthur would be able to hear a cacophony of yelling and running coming outside of the barn, most likely soldiers trying to put out the fire than blazed around the farmhouse. It seemed that the only ways out of the building, from what Arthur could tell, were through the roof or though the back door, the former of which was more dangerous since the structure of the barn was literally falling apart all around him. Taking what remained of the man, as well as his own halberd, Arthur dashed out of the back door where it didn't seem like people were, attempting to find a way out of the village without being seen.*