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(Sareth Bloodkin Random Fluff)

A lone figure strode along the road. If you could call it that at all. The 'road' was merely a well trodded path through the woods. It was an used road but usually it was unoccupied, especially at night. It was a dangerous road, at any time but mostly at night. The dangers would consist of bandits, daemons and sometimes if you were unlucky, a patrol of druchii endless. It was a route many avoided because it was perfect for ambushes.

The figure looked around at a small crack. It was a twig breaking. Then a crossbow bolt flew past him, only missing because the figure had bent backward. He turned to the bandit who had shot it. The crossbow was already aimed and a second bolt flew. Before it could even touch the armour of the druchii, it had been snatched from the air and tossed to the floor. By now the rest of the bandits were standing, some holding swords whilst others aimed repeater crossbows.

Sareth smiled cruelly and had brought out his axe before any of the bandits could attack. Another volley from both sides and Sareth had to twist to avoid them. A few were battered away by the large axe that seemed too large to be used with such speed. Some missed entirely whilst other slammed hard into his armour. One clanged off and landed on the ground with a clatter, another punched a hole into the armour bt was stopped before itcould touch flesh. Only one managed to pierce Sareth's skin as it slammed hard into his weak side armour.

Sareth stumbled at the volley and pulled two of the arrows out of the armour before whistling highly and walking toward the right side of the pathway. A huge cold one appeared behind the druchii bandits on the left side of the road and had torn apart two of the crossbowmen before letting out a roar and facing off against the remaining two druchii on that side, both swordsmen.

Sareth blocked all the bolts from the third volley and swung the huge axe, beheading one crossbowman before they could duck. The swordsmen strode out of the brush and attacked Sareth. They made for his sides, hoping to keep him at a disadvantage. They attacked, slashing and lunging, trying to kill Sareth before the axe could be used against them. The first few blows were blocked, Sareth easily able to keep up with the flurry of swings against him. Then a bolt sped straight toward Sareth, punching hard into his chest armour. The bolt made a dent but didn't pierce it.

Sareth took advantage of the momentary shock of the bandits by beheading one and removing the arm of the other. He had just turned to the crossbowman when his cold one, Skart bulled past him and crushed the druchii's head in his jaws. Skart turned around and looked at Sareth, his mouth dripping with blood.

Sareth looked around to see the remaining bandits lying on the ground, parts of their bodies lying away from the rest of them. None of them had heads. Sareth looked to the druchii whom he had cut the arm off and raised his axe. He let it fall, almost leisurally and it split the bandit's head in half. Skart rode up next to Sareth and nuzzled his shoudler. Sareth nodded and went to the bodies and looted them before mounting Skart and riding off.