The wounded bandit came at him again shouting, making ready for another swing. Hurst pretended he wanted to block the swing, but when his foe came within reach of his weapon, he struck him in the body from his left with his Morningstar, sweeping aside the small axe which tried to block it. Mortally wounded, the bandit fell on the ground.
As he turned away from him, the dying man said something to Hurst. He first didn't get what he meant, but after some moments of brain activity, he understood. "Oi, you attacked first, bandit or not. That's all that matters; You are, or was, my foe. Beggar or lord, doesn't matter." He walked away towards Cheids, who apparently was still alive too. The side of his body hurt; it seemed something was bruised or broken by the bandit's slash without being noticed by him in the battle. Also, his head was hurting a lot now, and he waited for Cheids to suggest any action. Let's carry on", said the latter. The two mercenaries continued their walk to the camp.
((I'm sorry for the delay, but I was not sure if I could just kill Geralt or not.))
As he turned away from him, the dying man said something to Hurst. He first didn't get what he meant, but after some moments of brain activity, he understood. "Oi, you attacked first, bandit or not. That's all that matters; You are, or was, my foe. Beggar or lord, doesn't matter." He walked away towards Cheids, who apparently was still alive too. The side of his body hurt; it seemed something was bruised or broken by the bandit's slash without being noticed by him in the battle. Also, his head was hurting a lot now, and he waited for Cheids to suggest any action. Let's carry on", said the latter. The two mercenaries continued their walk to the camp.
((I'm sorry for the delay, but I was not sure if I could just kill Geralt or not.))