Elandor's eyes narrowed as he saw the bandits hesitating. Their defiance sparked a surge of determination within him. He drew upon the elements again, creating a barrier of swirling energy around himself. "I am giving you one chance. Leave now, or be destroyed."
The bandit leader, his face twisted in anger and fear, shouted, "Get him!" With that command, the bandits rushed at Elandor, weapons drawn and eyes filled with murderous intent.
Elandor moved with the speed and grace of a dancer, his body infused with celestial energy. He extended his hands, drawing upon the elements to form a swirling vortex of fire and wind. The first bandit who reached him was met with a blast of scorching flames, incinerating him instantly. The others hesitated, but their leader pushed them forward, barking orders to encircle Elandor.
