No!
:: Sareus awoke suddenly, cold sweat dripping down his face. Sleeping under the stars for the past few weeks seems have dealt it's toll out. Stiff, he adjusts again, finally sitting up and glancing around. Groggily, he brushed a hand through his hair, fetching up the staff laid next to him, and pushing up to a stand. ::
He wasn't much to look at, really. He was somewhat handsome, though some dirt, messy hair, and a general look of grogginess would throw most off from that. His hair was chopped somewhat short, with a few bangs dangling down the front of his forehead. If one were to look closely enough, they would notice the beads dangling from a few strands of braided hair behind his left ear - each of which are carved with simple designs. His hair is a dirty blondish/brown, while his eyes feature two iris's of a deep, sapphire blue. His skin is tanned harsh from the constant sun exposure, and he's fit enough. Most of his muscles seem more edged towards being toned rather than bulky. He wears a simple garment, consisting of brown-leather boots, and fitted - but somewhat loose - black pants, padded with leather reinforcement over his thighs and shins, which looks to be dark brown in color. A sturdy belt wrapped around his waist and colored black, with a few pouches attached bearing various things. He wears a dull-green shirt, muted to a point where it nearly matches the leaves all around. Just overtop of that shirt he wears a light-brown padded-cloth vest, held together by buckles and straps along the sides. He looks unarmed, save for the staff in his hands. A gray cotton wristwrap covers his left wrist, which leads further towards the black gloves he wears on both of his hands.
:: A yawn escapes the young mans mouth, pearly white teeth showing amidst the morning sun. Glancing around, he rubs something out of his eye, before gathering up his bedroll, and strapping it across his back. Heading east a little, he finds a small creek - where he proceeds to clean himself up. Just near the threshold of his hearing, a branch snaps, echoing in the generally quiet dawn. Wiping his face off with his shirt, he tilts his head a bit, peering off towards the direction of the sound. Something was out there. Gripping his staff a little tighter, he hops across the creek, making his way towards it. ::
:: The twang of a bow sounds near Sareus, an arrow soon speeding out to follow it from among some brush. Crude, rusted-iron tips it, perhaps causing more of a reason to worry - not from the danger of the wound, but by what may follow - infection, gangrene, and disease. The perpetrator soon shows himself - a yrchish scout, lifting his head up to see if his shot hits its mark. ::
:: A gasp escaped the mans mouth. He leaps behind a tree, skidding to a halt in the undergrowth a few moments after the bow went off, slamming into another tree nearby and lodging itself therein. Grasping his staff, he immediately pushes up, sprinting off towards the direction of the scout - who is now fumbling to get another arrow in before the man arrives. Taking in a deep breath, and utilizing his staff as a vault - Sareus hurdles about six feet into the air - clearing the space above the orc. Coming down behind him, and sliding his hands down near the bottom of the staff, he allows his momentum to assist, turning harshly towards his right and swinging the staff towards the direction of the orc's head, a good deal of power put behind it. As the orc turns to fire his shot, he's met with the wood of the staff on his unprotected head, causing a gruesome spatter of dark blood on the tree he stood near, and knocking the orc unconsious - if not dead. Sparse, ragged breathing sounds from his mouth as his weapon drops to his side, and blood-shot eyes stare up at the man standing over him. Guiding his hands up towards the middle of the staff, he grips it, and shoves it down - this time towards the orc's throat. A sharp -snap- sounds as the wood connects, and breaks the spinal column of the beast. Wiping his face off, the man turns, calming down a bit and breathing a little more steadily. As adrenaline wore off, some pain was apparent at his upper arm. Feeling it with his hand, he pulled away to only realize what had happened. Apparently the arrow -had- found it's target, as Sareus had tried to leap away. Making it back to the path, he had begun to become dizzy. Orc's commonly poisoned their arrows - as they were bad shots, in an attempt to wound the affected even if they only caught a glancing wound. Using his staff as support, he attempted to continue down the path towards the grasslands - with his breathing becoming more ragged by the second. ::