Arkantos had just set up his camp when he heard evil sounding voices coming near. He knew who it was becuase they had been following him for about two hours.I alway enjoy a good fight... he said to himself. And he was obviously in for one to for they were nearing. But one thing worried him, there was six bandits. Arkantos knew he couldn't fight them off alone so he decided that he would just try to lead these guys on. One of the Bandits came rushing with a crude axe in his hands, Arcantos dodged the slow swing and sliced the mans arm clean off. From there the bandits tried to circle him, but it was to late he had grabbed his bag and was well off.
Arkantos saw that the bandits were tiring.Obviously they cant handle very much, lets see if they can handle this Arkantos turned and with a sigh of relief the bandits made a recless charge. They were nearly on top of Arkantos when he took his black and slashed one of the bandits legs and quickly imbedded the blade deep within the heart of another.Hmph, these men arent bandits they're just idiot , i wont waste my time anymore Arkantos thought to himself.
And at that he took his sword out of his victim and left calmly.
Amtyo groaned. Show-off. He stood up and yawned. I could SMASH that weirdo to smithereens! He looked at his armor- and weapon-less body. If only I had some decent gear... Amtyo decided to go and meet this creature. Heck with it.
He saw another bandit coming towards him. Oh great. "Little help here, please?" he called to the man, as the situation worsened and more bandits came.
”Please?”
Raine watched the man fight off the bandits as if they were nothing. Hmph...show off. He sat silently in a withered tree, and suddenly a second man came into the scene. A bandit rushed the man, sword drawn. His prey was weaponless. His wolf stood up, alert. But Raine stopped him. "I can handle this-anyone can." He silently ran to the bandit, unsheathed his sword, and the bandit turned as it heard the steel fly out of its scabbard. Thrusting forward, he flew the sword through the chest of the attacker. The rusty scimitar it was holding fell to the ground. Raine picked it up and threw it at the man standing there. "Take this-unless you prefer magic." Another bandit came into play, swinging down upon Raine. His block was not enough for the brute's overhead slash. He fell to the ground from the impact. His wolf ran towards him as the bandit stood on Raine's blade with a smile. Without sound, the wolf sank its razor-sharp teeth into the neck of the giant man. Screaming, falling back, the bandit tried to get the giant wolf off him. With a grab of his sword, Raine gained ground and cut through the bandit's shoulder, falling to the ground. He turned towards the wolf. "Once again, I thank you, friend." The wolf sneezed the blood out of his mouth. Now he turned to the man he gave the scimitar to. "You really shouldn't be around here without...uh...anything. Raine thrust the blade through the air, throwing the blood off of it. Sheathing it, he held out his hand. "The name's Raine."