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    It glows in the sunlight, much like his armor. And much like his armor, it appears clear white, purer than that of any shade of ivory as it's blade sparks from its sharpness. One of the fallen men from before stands from the pile of his unconcious allies. With shaking legs he throws his body forward at Sariffall's back, stone axe still prepared yet now chipped. Though more damage befalls the stone weapon as Sariffall once again turns and grabs it by the handle, this time swiping his own weapon up against the crude blade, slicing the stone completely in two.

    The wielder of the stone tool falls to his knees in disbelief as Sariffall looms over him menacingly. And with a gasp for air Sariffall gently taps the man's shoulder with the bud of his sword, a loud and powerful shockwave erupting from the small action to which sends the bandit flying into another of the Redwood trees. The mighty tree holds its ground unlike its sibling now laying against the forest floor- though its roots splinter and crack on impact.

    What's left of the group looks on from a distance in fear and bewilderment as Sariffall slowly turns his head to meet their gaze. To which they immediately drop their weapons and trip over themselves running for their life in scattered directions.

    Sariffall stares in each direction for several moments, confirming their desertion before sheathing his blade; he turns his head to meet the rose haired woman only to find her missing.

    Perplexed, he rotates his gaze around the environment for a trace of her presence. The spinney surrounding him is relatively flat with very little place to hide. So the Redwood tree resting flat against the ground, recently timbered, sticks out like a sore thumb. So he walks towards it slowly- footsteps pounding in the girls ears as she shelters behind the wooden sentinel.

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