Bigger they are the harder they fall

Fera was equally impressed by the white armored being, but she found his sly guy comment off-putting. "I'm not imagining many people are saying it White Guy." That was definitely going to be his nickname from now on.

After the last of the bandits and their animals were killed off, several people started looting their corpses. She found that practice rather distasteful. She then noticed one more bandit running out of the cave. He was much taller than a normal human type. He was double the size of a normal human with fire-red hair. He was bloody and bruised. He climbed up a rock and jumped with his axe raised high over his head to strike down one of the group. In mid-air, a crossbow bolt hit him in the back piercing his heart and killing him almost instantly.

From the same cave came a Githyanki bleeding profusely from one leg using a greatsword as a crutch carrying a crossbow. She was covered in wounds and blood all over her body from a severe beating. "Told you I kill you, you stupid bastard." She collapsed to her knees and fell face-first into the dirt. Carla the Cleric rushed to the Githyanki's aide. She cast several healing spells to aid in her recovery. Once she was safe to travel she had Demonsbane pick the Githyanki woman up and put her in the cart. To make room for the woman to lay down some people would have to walk.

That night as they were setting up camp to rest the Githyanki woman awoke.