Steal howled in anger and terror. The goblin that he had relied on and thought to be much stronger than him had fallen so easily. For a moment, the pot-bellied little creature considered running, fleeing as quickly and swiftly as he could manage. If it were not for his previous failed attempt, he most certainly would have ran for his life; but he was smart enough to notice the leather-clad man was far faster than his previous pursuer and if he ran, he would most certainly die like the rest of his kin.

With his mind made up, the desperate goblin dived for Blud's blade as it clattered on the stone floor, just as his crooked fingers latched around the sword's hilt, he was swept off his feet, a muscular, strong hand had wrapped around his ankle and dragged him down in a swift, jerky movement.

Steal swung his weapon in a wide arc down at his attacker's arm; as luck would have it, the rogue was slightly dizzy from having crashed against the ground and was slower in his movements than before. His foe used his other arm to try and parry with yet another of his many daggers and knives, metal clashed and the goblin's shortsword pushed the dagger back a bit, slipping down the small blade and barely cutting into the rogue's forearm.

You have dealt 7 Slashing damage

Blood spilt onto the grey stone. The strong fingers that so firmly grasped his ankle weakened for a moment and Steal jerked himself free, it was a shame that the rogue acted just as fast as the goblin. The leather-clad killer leapt from his feet and dove for Steal, another dagger had been drawn from his belt and he lunged, both daggers arced downwards towards the exposed flesh of the creatures stomach. Another howl, a thin 'X' was carved into the goblin's chest and it fell to the ground, limp, still grasping it's ill-used blade.

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Richard looked down at his most recent kills. The little buggers had put up more of a fight than the rest, but they were still easy pickings nonetheless. The human stood up straight and murmured a single word under his breath. "Status"

STATUS General Attributes Jobs/Classes Name Richard Stroker STR 16 Human (Bruman) 6 317/760 XP Race Human DEX 18 Rogue 4 21/338 XP Age 22 Years Old AGI 14       HP 57/64 (+1.6/m) FRT 16       MP 44/44 (+1.0/m) INT 16       Affiliation Adventurer Guild (Veera) WIS 14      

The victorious rogue looked quizzically at his XP for a moment, it seemed like he should have gotten a little bit more experience for killing the two goblins, nevertheless, there was nothing he could do about it now. Richard took a step or two away from the goblin as he went to pick up the flasks that were holstered in his sliced off belt, it wouldn't be wise to leave his health potions behind.

SHIK

You have been Wounded in a Vital Spot.

Damage Taken x10.

You have suffered 130 Damage.

You have Died.