The man took both blows, first across his jaw, then to his knee. In a surge of violent retribution he grabbed at the barbarian, grappling to him, but Cruran retreated and kicked him off as he shouted in pain fueled rage. Cruran grinned cruelly as he stepped back, letting the end of his sword drag along the stoned and bloody street.<br/><br/>With the stare of a hungry wold he looked across the crowd of bandits that waited beyond the battle ground. He let them see their leader, their great titan of power on the ground, clawing to get back to his feet. The Chasind gave the bandit king time to regain his footing. Cruran continued grinning madly at him, staring with eyes filled with blood lust. He didn't let the man or his petty army of thugs see the strain beneath his muscles, or the heft to his breath. He had nearly two days of combat burning through him, breaking his strength down. This bandit had none. Silently, beneath the visage of violence, the barbarian was feeling the fatigue.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">Get up!</span>He roared at the bandit king, taunting him. Cruran's grip tightened on his sword as he raised it back into both hands.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>