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The thief that had attempted the attack on Hanzi had his body almost turned parellel to the ground as Hanzi's attack connected brutally to his neck. He landed in a heap on the ground barely concious, letting out a wheezing sound that might have the young gyspy believe he had shattered the man's adams apple. Whether it be a combination of luck and adrenaline, or something else, Hanzi's attack was a thing to behold. Although it wasn't a skillful manuever, it was brutal and effective, just like Hanzi like it.
Anora, on the other hand, was not so fortunate. As she looked around for an escape, she felt a horrid stinging sensation on her right buttocks. If she looked, she would see that it was a particularly large dart, shot by none other than Sicious himself. Almost immediently, she felt sluggish and sleepy. Before Hanzi could reach her, she swept off her feet by bulking bandit standing nearly 7 feet tall.
With all the dark elf guards now down and the Lady in the grasp of the bandits, what would Hanzi do? Sicious' attention had turned from him, due to his joy at having Anora finally in his bandit's hands. Would he proceed on into the heart of the enemy, or quickly hide and observe their movements?
Right before she fell into the poison induced sleep, Anora looked upon the snarling face of the bandit that held her. With totally blackened teeth and breath that could kill, the rogue let out a huge smile when he had her once again in the alley. "E'llo Lady, have a good sleep!", and with that, he gave Anora a big sloppy kiss on her lips. That would be her last memory till she woke up, and a pleasant one it would be!
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