Doctor, surgeon, hair stylist. I wore many hats, but today I needed to Don a new one. It had been quiet at our camp, as day had given way to night. We had heard some wolves howling in the distance when we noticed a shadow of a man creeping towards our camp. Though bold on his part, he approached with nothing more than a sword drawn and the clothes on his back.

It only took a minute in total for my entire team to be completely overwhelmed. Dormit lay with a neck Injury so severe he'd be lucky to be in any working order, Shana lay in a pool of crimson so large she woild be lucky to still be breathing,, and dirk was currently holding his severed leg as life left his eyes. It was just me and our attacker, and although I was definitely not a fighter, I had one distinct advantage.

He leveled his sword at me with a malevolent smile. I reached behind me, pulling out a kukri. It's not my usual tool but a little leverage if I can get close enough.

I took a deep breath as he began to lunge at me. I was not swift as he was, nor nearly as experienced, but I made do by making sure if he was going to hit, it was only a glancing blow. I had to strike his elbow just once, and he would never grip a blade again. Throughout our flight, I never swung, only reacted defensively. Our fighter, dormit, had taught me to wait for an opening, then plunge.

Time seemed to slow down, and I felt a sharp pain in my side as he managed to stab his sword into my stomach. Instinctively, I grabbed his wrist and yanked him as hard as I could, stretching his arm and laying down a swift blow on the tendons on his elbow, severing them. As his grip failed him, I chuckled and left his sword embedded in my side. Judging by the amount of pain we both are experiencing, I must have broken his elbow, too. He did embed the sword in me, but it didn't hit anything vital.

He is holding his elbow as I level my kukri at him. "You can still walk away from here. I suggest you do so with haste. Judging by the stain on that lovely shirt, you're going to need to find a doctor. Quickly or become Carrion for the bottom feeders." The man growled at me, as if a one armed unarmed swordsman who's bleeding like that could somehow be intimidating. I smirked, and I put my kukri away. "Last chance. Bloods got you on the clock. If you pass out here, you ain't waking up."

He took one step towards me, balling his remaining fist and swinging it.

The next morning, there were three graves dug. All in memoriam for each of the fallen. I smiled as I bid farewell. I'd come to retrieve them and give them a more proper burial in their home cities.

The bounty for this man was quite high, and the courts were shocked to hear a meager healer had managed to bring him in without much help. I had patched him up, sure, but he was never going to use his hands ever again.