<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9lGWV3a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Orosa Keenai</span>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sEiwC_ydoYccJVz6heRhxN5wr2JXa-JmZZHIaW5m9dU/edit)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Orosa must not have known his own strength, or the man was much weaker than he thought. He'd only attempted to knock him down so they could interrogate him about the events transpiring. Killing him later wouldn't have been an issue, but that did not come to pass. Instead he felt the man's jaw shatter when all resistance against his hand and his pommel gave way. With his adrenaline so high, he could've sworn he <em>saw</em> his jaw distend and shake back and forth with nothing inside solid to support the flesh. He took a step to check, but with the way the man slumped over and lay still, he knew he'd killed him.<br/><br/> The others worked swiftly, although they were lucky enough to keep their opponents alive. Two alive were better than three dead with them knowing nothing more of the situation they found themselves in. Both survivors quickly began begging for forgiveness, and it was obvious they attacked out of fear and confusion, not malice. Still their crimes were serious. Tamba gave them the ultimatum of serving the village they'd harmed until their dying days, while Afia asked them questions about what they'd done. Turning from the dead man, he walked over to the others and crouched in front of the two men, blade over his shoulder. "Go on. Answer them. But know if you choose death here and now...I can remove your head from your shoulders before you feel it. It will be quick at the very least. And now that you have been given your options...<em>choose</em>."<br/></span>