The bandits walked out of the trees, glaring at the camp and seeing Arad standing there. "A fighter, be careful, and don't let him pick a weapon." One of them said, pulling a shortsword.
"With that mass, could he be a barbarian?" Another one asked, pulling his bowstring.
"No, I don't see any tattoos or clans warpaint. That man can't be a monk, as those leather pants aren't something they would wear in a million years." The man pointed his sword at Arad. "There should be more people in the tents. Get ready for them."
PEW! The bandit, with a bow, fired his arrow at Arad. Silently taking him was the better option. They didn't want to wake the other two.
Thud! Arad caught the arrow and stared at them, "Bandits!" He growled with a smile.
"He must be a high level. Surround him and expect an action surge." The bandit leader growled, pointing his sword down as the other men rushed at Arad.
Thud! One of the bandits stomped forward, swinging his massive sword down.
