It was a cutting wound to his throat!
While he had reacted quite fast, and the attack hadn't managed to pierce too much under his skin, the fact stood that he had just been through a cut to the throat.
If he had been any late to react, even by a single second, then most probably he would have been on the edge between life and death.
"You bastard, you…"
"What kind of shitty, and stupid bandit would ever believe someone else and take them up to their word?
Are you perhaps an idiot, or a retard? What obligation do I have to keep my word?"
The poor burly bandit felt like his whole mentality had received a huge hit, that he wouldn't be able to survive from.
He was a bandit, he had lived every moment of his life as a bandit through killing, lying, deceiving, and stealing.
Yet at a moment that his life was in danger, he actually decided to believe the words of his opponent. It was like some kind of weird and stupid joke.
