You decide to act quickly.

You decide that to survive you need to act as decisively and quickly as possible. You remember how you managed to unexpectedly skillfully use your elven dagger during an attack in a tavern. Then you were even able to deal some damage to the mysterious attacker who was trying to kill you. You probably, in addition to innate dexterity and flexibility of your body, have some hidden abilities that can be useful in battle.

Guided by similar considerations and without waiting for the end of Oolok's conversation with the halfling Glendo, you made one quick movement. They snatched your elven dagger from its sheath and you threw this dagger right in the face of this halfling bandit. Among other things, your action was dictated by the expectation that the remaining bandits would be demoralized after the **** of their leader and perhaps flee in fear.

You actually managed to throw your dagger quite accurately.

However, you did not achieve the goal you wanted to achieve. The reason for this is that some of your opponents also have agility and quick reactions. The halfling Glendo dodged at the last moment: his head tilted slightly to the right and the tip of the dagger struck not his eye but his ear. As a result, the sharp blade of the dagger cut off the halfling's left ear, which fell to the ground near the road. Your dagger stuck into the wooden wall of one of the huts that are located along the left side of the street. Streams of blood flowed from the halfling's wound and dripped onto the ground. However, the halfling, overcoming the pain, was able to let out a short cry and make a quick movement, taking something out of his bag.

Glendo shouted in a voice filled with mad hatred: “Kill all these fucking scums!”

After that, the halfling threw a small bottle, which he managed to take out of his bag, onto the road next to him. You heard the sound of a bottle breaking. After this, a small cloud of gray smoke formed around the place where the halfling Glendo was, which made it impossible to see the halfling. You understood that Glendo did this for his own disguise. He is probably planning to flee the battlefield.

Unfortunately, the size of this cloud of gray smoke was small and therefore the smoke could not camouflage you or Oolok.

As if to confirm this fact, you felt some kind of miniature metal object rapidly rushing near your head. It can be assumed that it was a crossbow bolt. You looked ahead and you confirmed this assumption: two crossbow bandits who were sitting on the roof of the hut began to shoot at you.

You were lucky that the first bandit crossbowman missed. You have already prepared to run somewhere to avoid the shot of the second bandit crossbowman.

Suddenly you heard Oolok's cry of pain. You looked at him and saw a crossbow bolt hit the half-orc's left leg in the calf. The crossbow bolt went right through the flesh. Blood began to ooze copiously from the wound on the half-orc's leg and flood the fabric of his pants.

However, you were **** to distracted from these observations. The reason for this was the fact that one of the bandits (a large male half-orc who came out of the right lane) approached you and struck you with his large wooden club with metal spikes.

You barely managed to make a somersault towards the nearest shack. The club's spikes severely scratched your left arm and tore the left sleeve of your cloth shirt. However, these injuries were quite minor compared to what could happen to your weak body if the club hit its target.

At the same time, the second bandit (a human man who came out of the left alley) screams furiously and runs up to Oolok. The bandit tries to stab with his spear and pierce the body of your half-orc friend.

Oolok quickly grabs his sword from his backpack. A second before the tip of the spear pierces the target, he manages to strike with the blade of his sword on the shaft of the bandit's spear. The spear shaft is cut and the iron tip of the spear falls to the ground with a ringing sound. The human bandit throws aside the useless piece of the spear and pulls a long dagger with a slightly curved blade from his belt. The next moment, this bandit rushes at Oolok and strikes him with a series of blows with his dagger. Oolok clearly cannot maneuver quickly due to the wound in his leg.

The first blow of the bandit's dagger. Oolok manages to parry the blow with the blade of his sword. The metal makes a grinding sound when it touches.

Second strike. The blade of the bandit's dagger pierces the old iron chain mail and strikes the body of the half-orc Oolok. The wound in the left shoulder is not very deep, but blood begins to flow out profusely and stains his clothes.

Third strike. The bandit hits Oolok in the stomach. This time the half-orc was lucky. His chain mail withstood the hit and was not pierced.

Oolok responds with a quick strike with his sword. The human bandit manages to evade.

However, Oolok quickly approaches and delivers a powerful right kick to the knee of the bandit's left leg. The human bandit clearly did not expect such a quick movement from a wounded enemy. He falls to the ground. He then tries to strike again with his dagger, despite the fact that he has not yet managed to get up from his fall.

However, these attempts are in vain. Oolok strikes again with his sword. The blow reaches its target: the bandit’s right hand, which was holding the dagger, is cut off. The severed hand, along with the curved dagger, lies on the ground and spew out a copious stream of blood. An even more powerful stream of blood flows from an ugly wound near the bandit's shoulder. The human bandit emits inarticulate screams of pain that are more like the sounds of a rabid animal. His body convulses and after a couple of seconds the agony stops.

At this time, you were **** to realize the haste of your actions: you threw your elven dagger at the halfling bandit and now you have no weapon. Now a tall and muscular half-orc bandit is approaching you, armed with a large two-handed wooden club with metal spikes. You feel the wooden walls of the hut on your back. In addition, you feel pain from scratches on your left arm.

The half-orc bandit approaching you angrily says, “You can't keep dodging, bitch! I'll crush your skull! Ha! Ha!"

The half-orc bandit swung his large club powerfully. He was aiming for your head. And the speed of his strike was very high. However, you managed to jump to the side at the last moment. The club hit the wooden wall of the hut, making a loud crack.

However, you did not have time to rejoice that your ability to evade blows is so developed. You felt an object flying towards you. Then you felt a sharp pain in your pelvic area. You fall to the ground. You manage to notice that a crossbow bolt has pierced your right thigh. You lie on the ground and groan in pain. Tears flow from your eyes.

The half-orc bandit approaches you and raises his large club over you to deal you a killing blow.

The half-orc bandit grins disgustingly and says: “Now you die, crud!”

You can only whine pitifully and utter pathetic phrases: “Please! Don’t... I don’t want to die... Have mercy..."

The next moment you see something strange. Instead of dealing the killing blow to you, the half-orc bandit lets go of his wooden club. The club falls to the ground about half a meter from your feet. You look closely and see a metal tip peeking out of the half-orc bandit's chest.

The body of the half-orc bandit falls to the ground. You manage to roll on the ground to the side so that the half-orc's body does not crush you. Then you see who was behind the half-orc bandit. This is Oolok. He is moving towards you. In his right hand is a sword with a blade that is completely covered in blood.

Oolok shouts at you: “We need to get out of here quickly, Jerome! This space is open for crossbowmen to shoot! We’re like targets at a shooting range here!”

You manage to rise slightly from the ground and get down on one knee. You can hardly overcome the pain from a wound in your thigh.

Then something unexpected happens. From the side of the roof of the hut near which you and Oolok are located, the sounds of the voice of the halfling Glendo are heard: “Try this shit, you fucking scums!”

After this, a small bottle with some kind of yellowish liquid falls next to you. The bottle breaks due to contact with hard ground. The liquid that was inside the bottle instantly begins to evaporate in such a way that you and Oolok are enveloped in a cloud of acrid and suffocating yellowish smoke. The smoke enters your lungs and makes you cough continuously. Your eyes begin to water very much and you feel very weak. You fall to the ground again.

Oolok also begins to cough violently, his eyes watering. He falls to one knee. He is trying to get out of a cloud of suffocating yellowish smoke.

However, he does not have time to do this.

Two crossbow bolts pierce his chain mail and his chest. Blood spurts from his chest. Oolok to the ground next to you. You see the glassy look in his eyes and you realize that your half-orc friend is dead.

You are trying to crawl on the ground to leave the cloud of this suffocating yellowish smoke. But your efforts were not destined to achieve the goal.

After a couple of seconds, one crossbow bolt pierces your back. The second crossbow bolt pierces through your stomach. You pass out and lie in a pool of your own blood.

After a couple of minutes, the cloud of yellowish smoke dissipates. The halfling bandit Glendo approaches your body. Behind him stand two human bandits, each of whom has small crossbows and quivers with crossbow bolts (all secured with a sling on their back).

The halfling Glendo takes out a bottle of gray ointment from his bag. He opens the bottle and smears the ointment on his ugly wound, which is located in the place where his left ear used to be.

Glendo then spits on your **** body.

He says to one of his companions: “We need proof. Act quickly!”

After these words, one of the human bandits takes out an iron cleaver, which was attached to his belt. This thug then walks up to your body and delivers a few skillful blows. The sharp blade of an iron cleaver falls on your neck. The cleaver quickly cuts through your flesh and your bones. Bandit picks up your severed head by its red hair and shows it to the halfling Glendo. The halfling nods in satisfaction. Your severed head is packed into a dirty sackcloth bag. One of the bandits puts this bag on his shoulders.

After this, the three bandits leave this street and after some time hide in some worn-out and dirty wooden building on the outskirts of the block.

So your life is over. The ending was sad: you achieved nothing significant, you failed to destroy your enemies, you failed to protect your friends.