Glancing over his shoulder as he ran, red tail flicking, the rogue saw Rose gaining on him, then leap into the air with her polearm sweeping even higher to cleave down...<br/><br/>"Why, gods, why!" he screamed. Then he flew to the cobbles, skull and spine split down the middle from the impact of the long edge. His body tumbled and bounced for several paces more, attesting to the sheer force of the impact.<br/><br/>Aria exclaimed, "Tempus's tankards! I'd rather be trampled by a dire elephant! Nice work, Rose. They don't call you longstrider for nothing, huh," She called back, "This one, I think," kicking her last target, the one who'd found the fellow alongside him smashed down by Rose before, and then outflanked by her and Aria.<br/><br/>She glanced about all the bodies, then knelt by the one she'd indicated and set to work with the binding, figuring it would allow her to safely loot the other bodies once that fellow was revived and, hopefully, blabbing. Not that she'd hesitate to give any needed 'encouragement' first.<br/><br/>Studying the villain's curved-and-forward-pointing horns in more detail, she had more time to think about the fact that these fellows seemed to harbor fiend-heritage, like herself. Hmm. She was glad she hadn't turned out the same way, either in ethos or in meted-out end.<br/><br/><br/>The move makes me think of a Final Fantasy dragoon.... O:)<br/>