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Crimson glanced back as his fire power tappered off, so that he only had one man shooting arrows. He glanced around as he cut down a Bosmer, finding Faldras with Keshik bow.

Crimson panicked for a moment. Was one of his men dead?

The Archer spun, a near suicidal move, and slapped away a stabbed aimed for his gut and drove his sword through this Bosmer's throat, before searching for his men. Bloodbath was standing there awkwardly, slightly out of cover, holding a sword.

He ducked under a third swing, and kicked out into this Bosmer's knee, then drove a stabbed through the man's groin. He pulled the blade free in one smooth move, the weapon's swift removal tossing the elven corpse to the ground.

His eyes found Faldras getting stabbed and Crimson felt that was appropriate. Teach someone to take his stuff!

Crimson turned back just in time to face his forth opponant. He lazily slapped a stab away to the right, then jerked in the enemy blade's direction, whilst stabbing towards the left. The Bosmer made a gurgling noise as his lung was pierced.

Crimson drew himself back and whistled another call, this one unfamilar as well, before he and the two others dashed back into the brush.

He'd need to return, for Crasher at least.

"Sorry, chief,"  Bloodbath said in his scratchy voice as they disappeared into the leaves, "Didn't know what to do.  Thought he was one of the bad ones and snuck up on me."

"Don't worry about it." Crimson said, slapping the big man on the shoulder. "Not your fault, totally honest mistake.  Say next time you're interested in waxing your eye brows, I'll not make fun of you."