Neck Shot

The two bandits held on to their prisoner and watched as Erik backed away. In truth their demands had been an act of desperation. Their last best chance of getting out of this alive. That bitch Sigrid had led them all this way only to get them slaughtered in the snow and to die herself in the process.

"Cant believe they bought it." her companion whispered with a wry grin.

"We arent out of this yet." the sister replied.

"When we get back I am cashing in and buying a Tavern."

"Count me in I..." her voice came to a faltering end as something struck the back of her neck. She felt something warm and wet on her chest and reached up to feal the tip of an arrow protruding from her gullet. There came a soft thud next to her as her sister fell to the ground with an arrow in the back of her head.

"Bandit bitch." growled her dwarf captive, he had a sword? her sword? when had she dropped that? As he ran her through she wondered what they would call their Tavern.

***

"Well?" said Majvoc has he rose from behind a drift of bloody snow bow in hand. "What she we do about that one?"

He indicated the strange hunter who was currently battling Luna and shrugged. "We could let him kill her fist." he suggested with a grin.

Despite the thief's words the entire group began to converge on the stranger. "She dies, you die." roared Balar as he took the lead.