Henry easily sliced the bandit's axe in half, leaving the man with the wooden handle and nothing else.
How Henry had missed using his right hand for surprising people like that. He could tell he wasn't as strong as he used to be but the people were average and not skilled swordsmen. His confidence was overflowing.
The man had nothing else and ran forward with his fists instead. Henry immediately kicked him away. With his free hand, he grabbed him by the beard and punched him in the side of his head with the hand holding his sword. The metal greeve knocked the man unconscious with minimal damage.
"Anyone else–?" Henry asked.
As Henry turned fully around, he was met with another man wielding an axe larger than the first. His hair was short and brown and he was younger and thinner than the first, though at least he had a muscular build compared to the last bandit.
It seemed that the man had no plan, only to swing and see what would happen.
