Death of a Forsworn
"We will claim back what is ours!"
Feya had heard the often repeated call emanating from the woman before she seen her. A few blows traded, and this deranged and outraged stranger was on her knees, pleading for her life.
"You plan on retaking the Reach using sharp sticks, some stones and a few weapons made of bone? Pathetic..."
With that, she plunged the dagger into the woman's chest, a last gasp escaping her mouth as she fell to the ground.
"Try using a real weapon at some point, might have better luck."