Kaliv peered around the fields. His eyes were weary, though he was wearing a sly smirk on his lips. Truth be told, he enjoyed the rush of the battle, the clash of swords - the fire of muskets and pistols. The adreniline was... Addicting. He adjusted his collar, frowning. The fact that his clothes were soaked was starting to bother him. As they reached the top of one of the kills that the many fields situated themselves on, Kaliv saw a few figures in the distance.
"Bandits." He murmered - he counted about twelve of them. This was exactly what he had feared, he cursed himself. Keeping a hand on his rapier.
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