Already unsteady on it's feet, bleeding from at least three deep wounds, the Caveman simply couldn't move fast enough, as Shaylia's sword sliced a vicious red line across the primitive's throat- The apelike man gurgled, hooting in distress- The club thumping solidly to the floor as it stumbled, clawing at the air...<br/><br/>-Then, finally, taking *far* too much time, it crashed to the floor, hard enough to judder it, and died. "About time," Shaylia muttered, her ribs *still* stinging from the fight...Her pert nose wrinkling, as she wondered whether it was worth the stink, to go through his...pockets...