I was assaulting a bandit camp when I was distracted by 2 bandit guards. I attacked them, but the bandit leader shot an arrow into the back of my head. I ran out of the camp, clutching my head in pain.
But I returned... With a vengance. I was attacked by a windsword who I brutalised and began to strangle. A halberder came to his rescue, only to be pinned to a tree and beaten. I eventually snapped the swordsmans spine. I then turned my attention to the relatively combat-ready halberder. I whacked him so hard that my staff got embedded in his liver. I then got out my dagger, ready to stab him to death. I eventually stabbed him in the middle spine and left him to die, watching his agony.
He, and the windsword tried to escape, the windsword took his last breath soon after. I grabbed the halberder's naginita and carved a mortal wound into his flesh. A rib shattering upper body shot with his polarm. He bled to death soon after.
I eventually turned my attention to the warlord of the camp. I threw my knife at him. It missed horribly so I ran up to him and started beating him. I couldn't inflict a mortal, or even painful wound on him. I grabbed his bow before he could attack me. He was a lot stronger than, thus easily gaining control of his weapon back. He shot me square in the chest, tearing one of my lungs. I retreated, losing the battle again. As I re-entered the site, I cleared the arrow fragments from my lung. It was painful but worth it.
Once I was back at the camp, I was attacked by a hammerman who was easily disabled and killed by crushing his head. I eventually came across the leader AGAIN. This time, to his surprise, I dropped my weapon and shield. I produced an arrow from my backpack. The arrow that was embedded in my lung. I charged at the warlord, missing many times. I eventually stabbed him in the right lower leg, crippling him and leaving him open to attack. I missed again and again until, in a fit of rage, I threw my arrow at the leg that was wounded, opening an artery. I twisted the arrow in the wound and watched the smug grin fade from his face once he realised his days of murder and pillage are over.
I stabbed him in the stomach, tearing his guts. I then stabbed him in the chest, tearing the muscle. He passed out. I then stabbed him one more time in the upper body, shattering a rib, opening an artery and tearing a tendon. He bled out soon after.
I just gave him a warrior funeral. I poured his blood into a river and then threw him alongside his weapon and quiver into the river. His blood symbolises his fighting spirit.