The man fell unconscious. It was difficult to tell whether the blood pooling beneath him was from his head wound, or from the corpse of his comrade next to him. Either way, Vol knew that he wouldn't be moving for a while. As a slave, he was probably too battered to hold any real value. For that, Vol retrieved his knife, and severed the artery on his neck, ensuring his death.
Then, it was back looking towards the fray, eyeing more prey.
The market square looked like it had been caught in a flood with all the debris scattered about. The point of maximal chaos seemed to have passed, as the villagers fled from the village centre, out towards the outskirts where they could. The raiders and Nolan's soldiers pursued them in ragged groups, and from the looks of it, most of their cases were successful.