"Hey, old man! Get off that cart now!"
"This is a robbery! Kehehe!"
In the middle of a forest road, an old man in his cart was stopped by two thugs from the mountain. With knives in his arms, the bulky thug walked over to the old man and licked his blade, sticking his face closer to the poor merchant.
"Now, old man, what's in those boxes?"
"P-please let me go!" the old man trembled and rubbed his hands together. "I am just a small merchant!"
"Kahaah!" the bandit screamed. Then hand over your fucking money and this cart now, small merchant! Give us everything you have!"
The old man, trembling in his feet, stepped down and lowered his head. "Please, don't do this!"
"Shut up bastard!" The thug pushed the old man away as his skinny friend rushed over to check out their new ride.
They got on the cart and flipped it off, making the horse rush ahead. The old man watched as they got a fair distance away and then.
"[Thunder Strike]!"
