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You tried to leave, but the two thugs behind attacked without a warn. You agily parried the long swords, kicked the first lousy thug in the thigh, who stumbled backwards, nearly fell.
You heard bow string ringing, you made a quick step to the right just as an arrow pass you by and missed you by an inch. The movement left yourself vulnerable, the thug that were still standing in front of you thrash at you for the opening, and scored a minor hit, your eyes windened with anger
Coral laughed happily, and signaled other two thugs to stop advancing
"hahaha, is that all ye huv? boy? I waz expectin sumtin more erf a challenge, hahahahaha."
The first thug finally restored balance and came after you from behind. Knowing your back is open, you blocked the second thug's sword, stepped forward and push your way out of harm. The first thug's sword made a wild cut at where you were couple seconds ago, he cursed loudly for his misfortune.
Coral yelled "One round of darkbrew buzz fer ye if ye can cut 'im, Lloyd!"
Lloyd, the thug who cursed at his luck, was apparently excited by the prize his boss had just shown. He began a renewed attack with a wild frenzy. Even though his sword cutting aimlessly, yet it had cuased you enough annoyance. The second thug was hard pressed, and he was relieved when Lloyd once again joint the fight "ye, get the little punk!"
Another arrow flashed pass you, scrapping your arm. blood dripping freely as you waved your sword hand. Things don't look good
"oh crap, should of given the money" you cursed for your own stupidity
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