The archer's eyes had narrowed as he was met with an all to familiar scent. Glancing around the space, he'd masked his mouth with his scarf and nudged the door open, pulling out a pair of well-worn leather gloves. Bow slung over his back, he knelt beside to corpse, and from up close he had a far better picture of what happened to the girl.
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"Heavy bruising, especially around the face. No defensive wounds on the arms or hands, likely suffered it bound up as she is now. Ribs..." He pressed a hand into the corpse's side. There was a tell-tale give. He examined the face, and noted the blood that had leaked from her mouth and onto the floor, most of it dried into an ugly, moted brown by now. That wasn't from Decomp.
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"Fractures. Fractures everywhere. They Beat the poor thing like a dog... likely died from the internal bleeding. "He pulled away from the body, took off the gloves, and stepped back to examine the scene.
"Still fully-clothed too, not even a hint of them using her as... that type of plaything. At least that's one fate she didn't have to suffer. Did these fuckers really just kidnap a village girl for no other purpose than to beat her to death for fun, though?"He shook his head, uttering a silent curse. They were probably all dead by now, torn apart by Evra and the others. He'd never get the answer to why they'd done it. But at least the fuckers responsible were dead now, even if, regrettably, it had not occured under a hail of his arrows. Taking out a handkerchief, he knelt beside her one last time, laying it over her face; She may not have died with any of her dignity left intact, but at least she could have even a modicum of it back now. With the bandits dead, and the mission still far from over, it was really all he could do.
With that small bit of ceremony done, he turned around, and started limping away. Jack would likely be expecting him to report in, after how he'd split off.