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When his flint hit the steel the rifle fired a bullet into a man's skull. Not at all clean, but it did do the job. Dorian jumped below at another man, smashing the butt of his rifle into the man's head. There was a sharp cracking sound just before another sound when the skull hit the cobblestone. Quickly the bandaged man pulled out his pistols and fired two shots. One, which was aimed at one man's head but hit the jugular instead and the second in another's chest. The pistols were holstered so that the kukri could be drawn. There were two on the ground, one unconscious and the other choking to death. Suddenly Dorian felt a sudden blow from behind and an intense pain. Turning around he forcefully threw the kukri and it slammed into the middle of the man's face. With the skirmish finished he retrieved his weapons and began to reload them.

After he reloaded his pistol his torso screamed with discomfort. He had been shot in the liver and while he was a healer, he found it difficult to heal one's self while wounded. It required concentration, something that he lacked right now. Dorian looked over to the girl who seemed relatively fine. "You've a good eye." He told her with heavy breath. "Are you okay?"