From Lucem's hands came forth another bright light aimed at the warriors undefended face before he rolled out of the way to try to get better footing.

Lucem gagged and actually threw up some of his half-digested rations as he was struck in the chest. His mind went "Not good, not good, not good, not good" on repeat many times as he stabilized his vision. However, wallowing in pain would be foolish in the middle of battle. He managed to regain a little posture before swinging at the dragon-kin once more, going for a lower angle slash.

Circling around the forcibly kneeling dragonkin while still fighting the nausea, he tried getting behind him as he aimed quick horizontal slashes at his neck.

Swallowing accumulated saliva in his mouth, he felt another urge to vomit and he covered his mouth. These were his first kills, after all; he'd liven a pretty easy life up until now, and this was the closest to death he'd ever been. And yet, he'd managed to come out on top. Despite what'd happened here, this bolstered his self-confidence even further. "N-now, I technically didn't kill the bandits, but I still need the money." He said as he began cutting off the ears of the bandits as proof of 'his' kills.

Deciding to collect proof of the kills of the dragonkin as well, he had a quick look at the gear they had. Maybe some would be useful to him for other purposes than selling.

Lucem sighed, realizing he probably shouldn't be running around with this on in the citadel. After all, it would be bothersome to have to deal with all those peasants wanting to kill him. With that all said and done, however, he began collecting their armor.

When he was done, he decided to take a look at the bandit's chest. Perhaps there'd actually be something he could use here.

Lucem facepalmed internally at himself as he went to check the bandit's bodies, looking for a key to the chest.