A panting, ragged cheer answers Cormac’s words.Adam wrote:Cormac scoops a handful of dried berries from his pouch, rushing to Dietric's side as he chants and fills them with potent magical energy.
"Here, lad," he says, putting into the man's mouth and helping him to swallow it. He watches for the wound to close, nodding in satisfaction, and stands up to survey the battlefield. In a moment, as the adrenaline slows, it comes bubbling out of him in triumphant, vibrant laughter. "AYE LADS! THA'S A VICTORY FOR YER HOMES!" He roars. "AN' WE'RE NAE GONNA STOP TILL THEY'RE ALL DEAD!"
With that he sees to the wounded, directing those that are still standing to help with looting the bodies. He sends the poachers to go run down the horses that bolted.
The poachers swiftly go to catch the fleeing horses.
Dietric mumbles and chews the enchanted berry. His bleeding stops, but he remains hurt. The ex-bandit falls asleep
The two woodcutters lift their bloodstained axes in salute to Cormac.
The older one, with peach fuzz on his chin, smiles broadly. He puffs out his chest. "I told you we could fight."
A little less loudly, "Thanks for taking us on."
His companion just stares at the two wargs that fell to their axes, one of which he and his friend killed without aid.
"Wow!"