Raenetyr stood back to let Brother fall to the floor, a small trail of blood following him as he slid down the wall and onto the ground. He could not tell if his foe was alive or dead, and would have checked had he not heard a pitiful cry behind him. It sounded as if it was far off, though Raenetyr knew that was his skull still recovering. He shook his head softly in an attempt to fix his vision back into focus, and slowly turned. What he saw surprised him, to say the least. He had thought the giant was spent; but the man had managed to subdue Raenetyr's bounty. But the victory was short-lived, and the bounty hunter's eyes widened in shock as he saw Big Nose coming at him. The warning from the prizefighter served to galvanize him, and he began moving as he saw the small axe that his last opponent brandished.
Big Nose lunged, his hatchet flashing as it arced towards Raenetyr. The bounty hunter stepped inside the sweep, and felt the wooden handle of the axe thud against his shoulder. He rolled his back and twisted as Big Nose raked his weapon back towards him. Raenetyr cursed as he felt the sharp edge of his foe's weapon draw a shallow line across his shoulder. He grabbed his adversary's arm and twisted it, hoping to prevent the criminal from getting in any more hits. His other limb delivered a sickening blow to Big Nose's stomach, and the man doubled over as if he was about to retch. Raenetyr planted his foot against the man's upper chest and pushed, knocking him to the ground. As Big Nose's sprawled in the filth of the street, Raenetyr turned and stepped over Brother's body to grab his great sword.
He could hear Big Nose getting to his feet as he drew the hand-and-a-half up off the ground. He growled as he turned, and saw the bastard coming at him again. His enemy knew that he had to be quick now, or else his sword would not be effective and he would be hacked to bits. Raenetyr's growl turned into a harsh yell as he planted his feet firmly and drew his sword over his head, both hands clenching the hilt until the knuckles were white. The blade hissed as it shredded the cool air, and Big Nose tried to sidestep while raising his own weapon to negate the attack. If only he had been quicker.
Big Nose let out a pitiful and whining moan as the bounty hunter's greatsword clove the wooden handle of his hatchet in two, as if it was nothing more than warm butter, and continued on to sink into him. The stroke bit deep into his shoulder, through tendon and muscle. It snapped hard bone and still continued; it went so deep that his arm and part of the left side of his chest lolled to the side. Several inches more and he would have been sliced in two. Blood spurted viscerally from opened arteries. staining Raenetyr's lower legs and spilling over Big Nose's clothing. The light quickly left the man's eyes and he fell with a squelching sound into the refuse underfoot.
Raenetyr put one foot on Big Nose's carcass and levered his sword out of the man. He stood there for a moment, deep breaths serving to slowly bring him down from the frenzy of battle. He suddenly felt tired, and very thirsty. Gods, he could go for a skin of cold water, and then a couple flagons of mead. He turned and looked down at the prizefighter; still breathing. As for his bounty... not so sure. He nudged the rapist's head with his bloodied boot as he sheathed his weapon.
"He dead?" He asked gruffly. He sure hoped not; he doubted that he would get the full 100 gold rims if the bastard had escaped life so easily. His gaze then turned to the giant. Fuck, that man was a mess. He didn't look like he'd make it out of the alley on his own, let alone anywhere safe. What next came over Raenetyr, he wasn't sure. Perhaps it was compassion, though he would never have explained it as such. Maybe he felt like it would be a waste of life to condemn the man he had just saved to a slow death on the filthy cobbles of that back alley. Whatever it was, it sure wasn't something that befit the cruelty of Sunberth. Raenetyr sighed, and bent down to help the massive brawler up, struggling slightly under the man's weight.
"Name's Raenetyr Verogane. Bounty hunter and... well, savior of your ugly hide. Between the Vantha and those bastards, you look like you let a butcher's apprentice try out his new cleaver on you. Fuck, let's get you back to your place. Show me the way. Don't worry about them, I'll pick 'em up in the morning. Doesn't look like any of them are going someplace fast."
Raenetyr had suggested the other man's quarters for two reasons. One, he NEVER went straight home after getting in a fight that left someone dead, especially when it was on business. That was just asking for trouble. Two, he knew that he had drank his own place dryer than a desert a couple days ago. So, naturally, that was not where he wanted to be right now.
Big Nose lunged, his hatchet flashing as it arced towards Raenetyr. The bounty hunter stepped inside the sweep, and felt the wooden handle of the axe thud against his shoulder. He rolled his back and twisted as Big Nose raked his weapon back towards him. Raenetyr cursed as he felt the sharp edge of his foe's weapon draw a shallow line across his shoulder. He grabbed his adversary's arm and twisted it, hoping to prevent the criminal from getting in any more hits. His other limb delivered a sickening blow to Big Nose's stomach, and the man doubled over as if he was about to retch. Raenetyr planted his foot against the man's upper chest and pushed, knocking him to the ground. As Big Nose's sprawled in the filth of the street, Raenetyr turned and stepped over Brother's body to grab his great sword.
He could hear Big Nose getting to his feet as he drew the hand-and-a-half up off the ground. He growled as he turned, and saw the bastard coming at him again. His enemy knew that he had to be quick now, or else his sword would not be effective and he would be hacked to bits. Raenetyr's growl turned into a harsh yell as he planted his feet firmly and drew his sword over his head, both hands clenching the hilt until the knuckles were white. The blade hissed as it shredded the cool air, and Big Nose tried to sidestep while raising his own weapon to negate the attack. If only he had been quicker.
Big Nose let out a pitiful and whining moan as the bounty hunter's greatsword clove the wooden handle of his hatchet in two, as if it was nothing more than warm butter, and continued on to sink into him. The stroke bit deep into his shoulder, through tendon and muscle. It snapped hard bone and still continued; it went so deep that his arm and part of the left side of his chest lolled to the side. Several inches more and he would have been sliced in two. Blood spurted viscerally from opened arteries. staining Raenetyr's lower legs and spilling over Big Nose's clothing. The light quickly left the man's eyes and he fell with a squelching sound into the refuse underfoot.
Raenetyr put one foot on Big Nose's carcass and levered his sword out of the man. He stood there for a moment, deep breaths serving to slowly bring him down from the frenzy of battle. He suddenly felt tired, and very thirsty. Gods, he could go for a skin of cold water, and then a couple flagons of mead. He turned and looked down at the prizefighter; still breathing. As for his bounty... not so sure. He nudged the rapist's head with his bloodied boot as he sheathed his weapon.
"He dead?" He asked gruffly. He sure hoped not; he doubted that he would get the full 100 gold rims if the bastard had escaped life so easily. His gaze then turned to the giant. Fuck, that man was a mess. He didn't look like he'd make it out of the alley on his own, let alone anywhere safe. What next came over Raenetyr, he wasn't sure. Perhaps it was compassion, though he would never have explained it as such. Maybe he felt like it would be a waste of life to condemn the man he had just saved to a slow death on the filthy cobbles of that back alley. Whatever it was, it sure wasn't something that befit the cruelty of Sunberth. Raenetyr sighed, and bent down to help the massive brawler up, struggling slightly under the man's weight.
"Name's Raenetyr Verogane. Bounty hunter and... well, savior of your ugly hide. Between the Vantha and those bastards, you look like you let a butcher's apprentice try out his new cleaver on you. Fuck, let's get you back to your place. Show me the way. Don't worry about them, I'll pick 'em up in the morning. Doesn't look like any of them are going someplace fast."
Raenetyr had suggested the other man's quarters for two reasons. One, he NEVER went straight home after getting in a fight that left someone dead, especially when it was on business. That was just asking for trouble. Two, he knew that he had drank his own place dryer than a desert a couple days ago. So, naturally, that was not where he wanted to be right now.