<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: edwardian;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br/><em>With Ms. Windower and Anna, a distressed woman; HP 18 (Current 14)</em><br/></strong><hr/><br/>And so, Alfreic left the demolished man alone and rose to his full height.  He heard a feint murmur behind him.  He turned, and noticed that the second soldier was still alive.  The soldier smiled ruefully and stalked towards the limp figure.  He crouched beside him and snatched him by the wrist and ankle, and then lifted him over his shoulders.  He rose and walked towards the fire, where Alfreic dumped the man over the open flame, and laughed maniacally when the cinders spun skyward.<br/><br/>"And there you go, you fucking devil," he said, sneering.   "Into your home!"<br/><br/>Then he spun on his heel and seemingly gawked into nothingness, the red in his cheeks softening and then becoming pale in a minute's time.  For a long time, he said nothing, but stared curiously out into space.  Alfreic was looking at Ms. Windower... but fought regarding her, falling for her spells, undermining the basis of her charms and attempting, for the life of an innocent, to quit her.<br/><br/>He shook visibly, irritably, and then he turned to look at Anna.<br/><br/>"Good heavens, girl, run!" he said, his eyes taking on a menacing air.   "Can you not see that while you have escaped monsters twine, this is the villain that shall not stay his hand?  Run!"<br/><br/>Alfreic slowly slumped to his knees, dropping his longsword upon the leaf-covered ground, and he returned to gazing at Ms. Windower.<br/><br/><br/><br/>