The remaining bandits ran away, leaving behind a dozen dead comrades, whose corpses would see no good end. They had come to steal but hadn't expected such a strong resistance.
"Hah! Must've been one of those bandit groups who couldn't find many to steal from and came here," the man fighting near Ning. "They did not expect us ready to fight back hard."
"Their leader had a power," the woman next to him with the pickaxe said. "I thought they would be one of the better ones."
"Power or not, they're still bandits. They aren't trained to fight like us."
The last woman turned to look at Ning. "What you did was wrong. Don't put yourself in danger next time. It won't be so easy to get out of it."
"I'll keep that in mind, thanks," Ning said. She was only just looking out for him, so there was no point in being angry with her.
He got back on the carriage, sitting next to Shara.
"Are you okay?" Shara asked.
"Oh yeah, no problem," Ning said.
