The Gorgeous Elf Slave (Sanoci and Atzura)

[Sanoci]

Cumulative damages were added up from the eccentric shift in fighting all for safeguarding someone whom Ricril felt obligated to keep safe. Amidst the discord and pain somehow that frantic toss of his weapon landed clean onto the bastard with the crossbow. Collapsing onto his knees, a faint smile rose from his features. " I'm sorry for heading here.. ", breathing between pauses as blood poured out from the numerous wounds. The bastards did a number on him, gawking at the carcasses around this disturbing environment.