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Congenital Analgesia

[(Anonymous)]

Why do they always scream? It doesn't ever change anything. They're going to die anyways, no sense in making a commotion over it. This one is still screaming. That's odd. She thought for sure that he'd be dead. A quick glance tells me that her axe didn't quite make it all the way through. Well, nothing another swing won't rectify.

Now they're begging. She always hated that, even more than the screaming. Begging for their lives, begging for their mothers, begging for divine intervention. It was all so pointless. Pointless, quite unlike the Bandit's sword she took and rammed through his chest. She made sure to apply enough strength this time. Horizontally in the side so as to slide right between the ribs. The bandit didn't have enough time to scream or to beg.

Pleased with her handiwork, and thankful for the silence, she was distracted for just a moment too long. Another bandit appeared suddenly, and stabbed her in the stomach. Felt like a small dagger. Wound was clean, suggesting Iron or Steel in material. The bandit held the knife in place. His mistake. Her sword arm swung upwards, severing the Bandit's hand with his comrade's sword. The bandit fell backwards, clutching his stump and screaming. Dear lord shut up. She checked her abdomen. The bandit's severed hand was still clutching the dagger. How interesting. The hilt indicated that the dagger was in fact Iron. How disappointing. She'd have preferred a Glass or Ebony one. Those tended to sell for more.

Yanking the dagger out, she quickly closed off the wound with her magic. Little blood loss. Head did not feel particularly light or heavy. Ears still irritated; Bandit still screaming. She stabbed the sword at his throat. Bandit no longer screaming.

She steps into the final chamber. Eyes sweep over the cavern. 7 individuals. 5 men 2 women. Most are lightly armoured. Armpits and necks all exposed. 1 man is wearing steel armour; He is assumed to be the leader. There are no archers. This will be simple.

Disappointment. Not one of the bandits was holding anything of particular worth. Their leader was wearing a nice Ebony helmet, but she didn't feel particularly inclined to go to the trouble of scooping his pulverized head out. There was a quiet whimpering. She thought she had killed them all. 7 bodies. What was making that horrendous noise? It was coming from behind a large rock. A small boy. Maybe 9 or 10. He glanced at her with tearful eyes. She stared at him back. His attire suggested some position within the bandit hierarchy. Possible son of their leader. Physical resemblance impossible to check on account of pulverized nature of bandit leader's face. Her orders were explicit: Kill all the bandits. Apparently she had not killed them all. He started begging for his life. Why must they always beg?