"No! Helan!" Jalil turned his dagger so that it faced Lyrian.
"Stop it right now!"
"Why did you return!? You were meant to live!"
Another bandit cried.
*SLASH*
Jalil rushed in, "STOP! STOP THIS AT ONCE!"
*SLASH*
Now, only one bandit remained in front of Lyrian. The last one he cut splattered blood all into his eyes, turning his guard off slightly.
After wiping the blood, he looked at his stained hands as a shiver suddenly ran down his spine.
"Damn it! I was too late!" Jalil leaped in and thrust his blade into Lyrian's shoulder.
Somehow, Lyrian got distracted just enough for the blade to actually pierce his skin...
At that moment, he reconnected to reality and quickly took the dagger out of his shoulder.
With a kick, Jalil was sent flying into one of the huts nearby. He crashed as sticks fell onto him.
Clutching his shoulder, Lyrian walked to Jalil with a slightly irritated expression on his face.
