Snippet #1507260

Phelix walked to the door and opened it slowly realizing who was there.

He immediately pulled the first one through the door so hard that he fell flat on his chest inside the cabin and then yanked the other two in to similar effects. He stuck his head out the door and looked around. The only person of note around was an elderly beggar down the street. He shut the door quickly but quietly, not wanting to draw more attention than had already been gained.

Phelix quickly turned waving his hand to protect himself by cursing them all with bad luck. "What are you doing here? Why are you here? Are you following me? And why the hell did you not try to blend in a little more?" Phelix shout-whispered. He hit the closest man atop the head.
"Answer or die by my hands. I am supposed to be on break."


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Krander had been lost in his thoughts. When he had found himself he was in quite the predicament. Alone, in the middle of the jungle, near a bear cub, with a mamma ready to attack. He drew his sword swinging in a large defensive arc connecting with the mamma cutting one of her front legs cleanly off. She roared in pain and charged for a head butt. Krander mistimed his swing and was hit in the chest. Blood was still flying out of her arm as she weakly clawed at his chest tearing the armor sheet latch out of place. His armor slid off as he stood up. He bent down to take it up and she swung again knocking him to the ground. He grabbed his sword and thrust up then rolled out as she fell atop the sword penetrating her heart further to the ground. The baby bear was cowering up against a bush staring at Krander. Krander felt and tasted blood and he was covered in dirt and blood of the bear. He went to retrieve his sword but she weighed far too much. He approached the baby bear and attempted to comfort it.

Interestingly enough it came to his beckoning. He held and petted it until it stopped shivering. Then he whispered, "This is for your own good cub." He grabbed the bear under the chin and yanked back, snapping its neck. He set it down gently a tear falling down his cheek. He sighed and looked around at the scene of death. Perhaps an omen, perhaps just consequence for the bears life. He headed back to camp. He had interrogating to do.