Face the Axeman

From Create Your Own Story

I charged towards the axeman, bringing my sword back in preparation for my swing. If he thinks he's clever enough to defeat me, then time to show him his error.

The axeman brought up his axe to block my attack, but he was mistaken in his efforts. I slashed through his exposed left arm, forcing him to drop his axe in pain. His shouts were ended with a stab to the chest, and as I kicked off from his form I smiled in pleasant satisfaction. +4 health.

My joy was cut short as an arrow pierced into my unprotected back. I gasped in pain, and turned to face my attacker, who for his part had the audacity to smirk openly at me. - 9 health.

I'll see your joy caught short, I thought in rage as I bounded towards him. His smirk faded as he tried to notch another arrow, but I corrected him of his error for daring to face me. I slashed at his eyes, blinding him as blood stained his pale features. He dropped his bow as his hands blindly grappled for his missing eyes, as if grabbing his face would somehow bring them back. I hacked off both of his hands, one after the other, and his cries of pain resounded out from him as he fell onto his knees. I kicked him onto his back with the heel of my boot and raising up my sword I stabbed it into his chest time after time, taking care to not stab deep enough to kill him...yet. I howled in exhilaration as the man whimpered for mercy, and as I glanced up to see his pitiable expression on his warped face, my heart softened momentarily, releasing me from my blood haze. I ended the man's suffering with a stab to the heart. +4 health.

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.

You are healed back to full health.

You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.

Now, the question is, what do I do now? The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

• Press on along the road
• Find a place to make camp