((During this, remember that just because i said you were 'good' aligned (at the moment) doesnt mean you cant be rough or ruthless))
Making sure to man-handle him as much as possible, as a way of getting him off guard, you start your interrogation.
"So, what do we have here? A group of scoundrels picking on innocents?..." You dig your sword in a little further. "With respect to politeness, what is your name?"
"Dont tell her, Pike!" The halfling pipes up.
"AAAH, Pike, is it? Commoners name. Soldiers bastard?" Your hostage grimaces. "Thought so. Now, Pike, would you mind telling me just what you were doing here?"
"Aint telling you nuthin, bitch!" Your hostage spits. You dig your sword in a bit further, just enough for you to feel the blade biting into his neck.
"That wasn't nice" You say, moving slightly in response to the Half Dwarf trying to move into a more advantageous position. Your annoyance shows through, turning what could have been n interrogation into a threatening conversation. "Would you like to know why I am providing you with the courtesy of conversation instead of just cutting you down? I want what is best for you, after all, i am a nice person and i do not like to see people suffering. You can tell me your crimes and i can escort you to the next village as my prisoners, with the possibility of leniency later or a deal, which could save your life....." You smile menacingly. "Or you can refuse my offer and i castrate you and your little friends before slitting your throats." You pause, letting that sink in.
"Any takers?"
The bandits look at one another, then back at you, then back at each other, smiling.
'Don't be stupid....' You think to yourself. They charge you from all sides.
'Now that was stupid....*sigh*'You only just manage to dodge their attacks. In one smooth motion you did succeed in severing the hostages head with your sword, though. The Halfling attacks your knees and hips viciously. Fortunately your armour takes most of the damage however you do come away with a rather nasty cut to your lower right thigh.
You counter with you sword, pressing him back, only to be attacked from your left by the half dwarf. He was clumsy, however, and came at you flailing, no tact at all. You part his sword arm from his torso, followed by a slash across his exposed back.
No time to rest however as that damn halfling is back on you, his natural agility making him almost impossible to hit, even for your elven reflexes.
Now the two other humans join in, attacking in unison. They are obviously trained. Parrying attacks from three different combatants starts to take its toll on your body and armour. You receive a gash across your body armour, and a deep cut on your left arm.
You respond in kind, breaking one of the humans legs with a well placed kick and cutting off one of the other humans hands. Instead of being knocked out the fight, as you hoped, the one handed man comes at you again.
"Grrr." You growl, your rage getting the better of you. "Die deserters!". You go on the attack, pressing forward. You catch the halfling off guard again, this time you manage to plant a hit on his crotch. His high pitched scream indicates you hit something precious.
He goes down like a sack of spuds, screaming. You shut him up by stamping on his head. Blood slowly pools around where his right ear should be on the ground. He is most likely dead, or dying.
You unleash a flurry of powerful attacks on the one handed man. He parries very well for a human, especially one crippled like he is, but you eventually break his guard and cleave him from shoulder to hip, his body falling to the ground in two parts. You finish up by driving your sword through the face of the last bandit alive, the one with the broken leg.
Surveying your work, you clean your sword and return it to its sheath. Sighing, you walk to the wagon and cover the bodies of the innocents, whilst chanting the Walk of the Dead, a Drow death song. You burn the wagon and pile the bandits bodies next to it. They dont get the right of cremation (an honour for the Drow).
"These bandits were most likely deserters from the city.... how quickly honourable men can become savages...." You muse.
You realise that your wounds are a bit more serious than the adrenaline of battle would have you believe. The cut on your thigh is fairly light, but your left arm is bleeding profusely, and you just realise you didn't grab any medical supplies from the city.
***
What do you do? You have a wound that is bleeding nastily, staining your clothes and traveling cloak. You could carry on, hoping your wound closes on its own and rick infection and blood loss. You could head back to the city, however the delay may mean problems later. Or you could forage for medical herbs in the forest that could help with blood clotting. You already have cloth at hand to make bandages, after all, some of the bandits clothing was actually very clean.....
Injuries:
1) Cut on lower right Thigh.
2) Deep cut on left arm.
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