The bandits charged towards John, brandishing their weapons and snarling like animals. But John was ready. He dodged and weaved, using his agility to avoid their attacks.
As he fought, he continued to use his magic to incapacitate the bandits one by one. Some were knocked unconscious, while others were frozen in place by John's spells.
The tide was turning, and John could feel the momentum shifting in his favor. The bandits were becoming desperate, their attacks growing wild and reckless.
But John remained focused, his movements swift and precise. He was determined to put an end to the bandits' reign of terror once and for all.
Finally, the last bandit fell, his weapon clattering to the ground. John stood victorious, breathing heavily from the exertion of the fight.
The villagers emerged from their hiding places, their eyes wide with awe and admiration. They surrounded John, cheering and praising him for his bravery.
John smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. He had proven himself worthy of the power that had been bestowed upon him.