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The man threw his head back chanting a spell only he knew one he engineered with the help of a mages guild back in Wayrest. Adrenaline pumped through his weak body an almost maniac glare filled his eyes he gracefully rushed one of the bandits and firmly grabbing his head and tilting it back he ripped into the mans throat letting the blood flow into and out of his mouth. He threw the body to the side laughing maniacally and reveling in his blood lust suddenly a bandit disgusted by the Wrym's actions he shot a crossbow bolt from his bow squarely into Wrym's shoulder. The force threw him forward like a rag doll it was obvious that his attack against the first bandit was luck and adrenaline now he was thrown forward with a bolt through his shoulder writhing in pain. Now he laid there among the corpses not dead but most definately seeming it.
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