The second man falls with a scream as Nysan's blade practically slices him in half, blood pooling quickly and mixing in with the water in the tunnel behind him. The remaining figure, a female, looks nervously through the opening at the blood-spattered tiefling with his massive sword, holding her own blade -- tiny in comparison -- up in a defensive position.
“Alssarg mish tu klakt,” she whispers hopelessly.
SpoilerAaaand greatswords at low levels, hahaha.
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