Snippet #2485070

When some kind of large event happens, that occurrence would be known everywhere. It would start off as newspapers in the neighboring lands, then as conversations in farther countries, then it would just go on to be "Did you know xxxx happened?" rumors. Well, Damion Howard wasn't one to turn down a cry for help. The sudden rise of a tyrant in a country of elves, even if he heard it as a rumor, was worth investigating. So, it would make sense for a human like him to be on the elven side of the border containing Do'Sherran.

Damion himself is a person who would help anyone who is crying for help. That being said, someone just did. A few miles to the East of Do'Sherran, Damion was walking down the dirt road in the middle of a forest. The whole setting was peaceful, nature commanding the setting to be silent except for the very few chirps and sounds of the insects and birds. This peaceful silence was ruined when a scream sounded. Looking to his left, Damion saw that a man running at what seemed to be an injured person. Immediately, Damion sprung into action, unsheathing the sword he had and running to the scene.

It was quite reckless of him, but sometimes in battle, you can't afford to spend time to create a strategy, just act. Act did Damion do, and he ran the the armed man through with his blade with almost little effort. A crossbow bolt whizzed by Damion almost immediately after that, and Damion took the time of the mystery shooter reloading to look to see where the shooter was. Damion removed the blade from the corpse before running straight at the crossbow wielder. Because crossbows still needed time to reload after each shot of the bolt, wielders are open to attacks if their allies are killed. The wielder may have been hidden, but his position was revealed as he struggled to get a new bolt in the crossbow.

During this process, Damion stabbed the crossbow wielder through the chest, glaring at him coldly in the eyes before pushing the corpse with his foot into the bushes. "Tch...." Damion muttered to himself before sheathing the blade.