“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Damien stepped away from the stream of piss landing an inch from his boot, and the young man stumbled back from the hulking, black-cloaked blood mage before him. He might have screamed, might have even pulled out his sword, if there weren’t a root right behind his feet, but instead the guard tripped, landed flat on his back, and then failed to move at all. Damien waited a moment, nudged the fallen man’s leg, and realized the dumb kid had knocked himself out. “Well, suppose I’ll take that one for free.”
