"Roses are red, Violets are blue. All of you will soon be dead, no need to say thank you."
The words were said in the sweet and teasing voice of a child that made all the hair on the bandits' body stand up on end.
"Alex, is that you?" Adrian, the old village chief asked.
"No," Durandal said. "Call me Durandal."
"D-Durandal?!" Adrian gasped.
The middle-aged man who fought against the bandit leader earlier raised an eyebrow.
"I know you have a lot of questions, but I don't have the time to answer them." Durandal gazed at Adrian and all the fighters of the village who were still alive. "I will let the two of you handle that bandit leader and the mage. I will handle the small fry."
"All of you attack the bandits with everything you have. Don't bother defending. Attack with the intention to kill and be killed," Durandal explained. "Don't worry. This is my Domain. I swear on my name that none of you will die. However, you need to wipe them out in less than half an hour."
