[Blanche's spell hits and the bartender's down and doesn't rise. Good, because Alaric's got his hands full with this swordsman. The guy's actually pretty damn skilled for a simple mercenary; his strikes are hard-hitting and quick, but he wields his blade with training that seems more in line with the knights than something some random bandit would pick up. Well, no sense thinking too much about it - that's a good way to get himself distracted and killed, after all - and Alaric's able to get in close, block the guy's sword, and slip the dagger between the guy's ribs before he has much of a chance to react. Another slice finishes the job and Alaric takes a moment to catch his breath.
He's sporting a mild scrape down his arm (which has once again ruined his coat, dammit) but thankfully that's the only injury he has. This is going pretty well, all things considered. You need any help over there, Blanche?]
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He's sporting a mild scrape down his arm (which has once again ruined his coat, dammit) but thankfully that's the only injury he has. This is going pretty well, all things considered. You need any help over there, Blanche?]