>>6069215You plant the axe right in her screaming mouth, and two from the Dagger into her heart, upwards from under the ribs.
Nrrrh, noisy BICH. Now you HAVE to fight the Humie man proper.
He's unnerved. He just heart a short scream and leaned to one side and back from the muleteer's seat to look, and saw a bloodbath: his woman, his woman's friend and her offspring, gutted, dead on the ground.
He's stumbling and shaking when he confronts you, holding a pruning staff. You wave your weapons, make slight feints to test him; he doesn't react, doesn't even <span class="mu-i">register</span> that they were feints. The Thousand Segment Carrionpede is BOSSER!
You inch, he braces; you run at him, and he lowers the pruning hook to his waist to poke you as you come. He really thinks he has a chance. He really <span class="mu-i">thinks</span>!
When you suddenly drop and dive on your fours (the handles of the weapons are tied to your hands with cloth) he's bewildered, and when you keep going at him, somehow <span class="mu-i">faster</span>, he panics. He thrusts the pruning hook, too early, too high, and you have him! Instep, knee bend, kidney, groin-guts, then <span class="mu-r">neck neck NECK[/]!
You kick off of the back of his neck, letting your Dagger run one final slice of him, land ready, and! Watch. Listen.
The birds have all been scared away. The mules dragging the wagons you will catch easily. There's just the wind, and the sound of lifeblood slowing.
You get out the Wondrous Pillaging Pouch and start shoving the bodies in it, the bloodied soil, every scrap of red you find.
When you chase down the two wagons you find a trail of red coming down the backboard. The old woman. So she wasn't dead. Drat. Must have run off somewhere. You do think of chasing her, but fuggit: she left most of her blood behind anyway, drying on the wagon floor. You use any cloth you find to sop it, and scrape as much as you can with your shoddy axe into the Pouch.
Then you hitch the two shivering mules together, and the two wagons one behind the other, and get the lot down the road to where Seafood's resting, and then into the trees.
While Seafood helps himself to <span class="mu-s">BLOOD</span> , paired with some hoarapple-beer in a small cask, you get to sweeping the tracks breaking from the road into the trees.
When you get back the dead bodies are shriveled and dumped in a pile. And the mules on top of them.
You'd thought he'd keep the mules. At least you won't need to carry your "Marital Home" on your back. If anyone else did this you'd call them stupid. But you think everyone who ever called Seafood stupid is dead.
You take a short while to come up with a construction that will not result in a broken rib. Or a shortened tongue.
You manage, "Young Seafood, derrs lotsa useful dings in da cars. If we leave dems behind people will find ems, mebbe clews to us. You wants I burnem fore we go?"
He smirks idly. You're safe.</span>
