((If anybody wants to interrupt this action, please say so and I'll edit, but I think we're basically done with rounds, right?))<br/><br/>Shiloh looks down at the prone halfling, her stance frozen in that moment where her body is extended, feet apart, knees bent, one arm outstretched and the other coiled into a hook for the follow-up.  She's a little disappointed that the halfling was already so badly wounded before she got to him; while she prefers to have the upper hand in any case, she hardly got to enjoy the victory.  It was like a climax without foreplay... nice, but it could have been nicer.<br/><br/><i>Alright, then.  Now, on with the show...</i><br/><br/>Stooping over the halfling, Shiloh peels back one eye lid to ensure his unconsciousness.  She hoists the limp form over one shoulder like a slaughtered pig and carries it back toward the cleric.  "You know each other, then?"  Shiloh bends gently at the waist, giving a curt, shallow bow of respect.  "I am Shiloh."<br/><br/>She smirks back over to the fence for the half-elf.  "I'll be right there."  Shiloh starts to head back toward the street, then smirks bak at the cleric.  "You coming with us?  You can ensure justice is served..."  she looks him over again, trying to decide how long she can tolerate a clergyman's company.<i>that depends...</i>