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Caleb walked straight through the open gates of the camp, his palm resting on the handle of his knife as he did so. He kept his hands away from his sword, as if he had no fear about walking into the lion’s den unprepared.
How’s this for bold?
Had it not been for the anger filling him at seeing the men that massacred Kirakath, Caleb would have smirked at what he was about to do. But the anger was nearly overwhelming.
One of the brigands, a short, bald man with arms as thick as his legs, rose to his feet as Caleb approached. He had a slightly glazed over look in his eyes, making it clear that he was been drinking a little already. The way he stood steadily made it clear that it he was still sober enough though.
“Are you the Black Crows?” Caleb asked loudly, catching the attention of the fifteen men that had been situated around the campfire.
“You’ve heard of us, eh?” the bald man asked with a wicked grin. “You’ve got some nerve, showing up here. We don’t play nice with strangers.”
“My name is Caleb of Kirakath.” The sudden introduction threw the brigand off, but the knife that Caleb unsheathed and threw had an even greater effect. It sunk to the handle in the man’s abdomen, forcing him to scream loud enough to wake the whole camp up.
The scream only lasted a moment, however.
Caleb had drawn his sword, dashed forward, and brought the blade around in a swift arc, beheading the bald man with a single stroke. His head flew a few feet away, where it hit the ground and rolled into one of the nearby tents.
“I’m the one who’s going to kill you,” he said plainly, his eyes shifting between the men that stood before him.
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