fas stood up, still clutching his skull, when a set of dark red eyes peered at him from the bush. he stared at a moment as the eyes glowed their dull color, never straying from him. his eyes narrowed and in an instant his dagger went flying from underneath his cloak into the creature. as it fell out of the brush he recognized it as a bansam. he turned his head towards the city and only now began to hear the screaming and yelling as the occupants fought for survival. he pulled his blade out of the creatures narrow throat and wiped it off against his cloak, sheathing it once more and stepping down the path swiftly, keeping his eyes moving, watching for any sign of another opponent.