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[dannychan]

bandits- one of the many things drizzt hated about life on the road. he wasn't the one being robbed and beaten, though. he had been watching from a disgrace for a while now, and once the bandits managed to beat the man down, he started at a charge, taking twin scimitars from their sheathes and barrelling into the men that were beating what had to be a human. he was too tall too be a pure elf, or even a half elf, but he hadn't looked at his ears yet. there was the sound of clashing swords, the sound of the bandits gurgling and spitting up blood, blades sliding against each other as the drow's blades slid against each other. when there was one bandit left, he turned to him, and lurched forwards slamming afoot on the ground and sending the bandit screaming into the horizon. yes, the drop was quite the force to be wreckoned with, and he rarely lost a fight. he would look to the man, examining bruised features. longer hair brown hair pulled into a low pony tail, stubble, pointed nose, tanned, faint smile lines. drizzt sheathed his blades, and held out a hand, white hair having fallen from his hood long ago. "are you alright?"