"Run!!!!" I said before taking off in a sprint. I didn't have time to take in my surroundings or to think and plan. I had to trust my luck and instincts and hope for the best.
Sadly my luck has always been hopelessly bad.
"Die you bastard!!!" Said a bandit right in front of me. He was well-equipped with a metal helmet that had a mail coif along with chain mail and a few pieces of metal armor, he carried a large halberd. His face was blocked by his helmet so I couldn't read his intentions too clearly.
Fuck it I just have to run!!!
The cold air chilled my lungs as I ran as hard as my legs would let me, time seemed to slow down as I watched the bandit wind back his large halberd.
I braced myself and prepared to dodge his attack or get in close enough to where his halberd wouldn't be as effective. Judging by the distance I was already at I think it would better to just run him through.
"Rah!!!!!" I screamed as I charged myself into him. My bigger stronger body gave me a advantage in this exchange and the bandit fell down and I kept running.
"Ill take him out!!!" Nephiah said before I heard a wicked slash and the sound of a dying man hit my ears. Next the smell of blood followed.
Fuck this is really happening!!!
I gritted my teeth and kept going. I had to do this. I had too!!!!
"Keep running!!" I ordered the dark elf behind me.
"Will do!!" She said back confirming my orders.
My eyes scanned the horizon. Three bandits were ahead and held their weapons ready and were prepared to face us.
Damn!!!
"Get ready to fight!!! On my right!!" I ordered Nephiah.
"Will do!!!" She said once again before going to the right side of me.
I have to do this!!
I slowed down my pace and looked at my surroundings. There isn't any other bandits besides those three but there could be more coming or we could be shot by arrows or any number of things.
"I'll take those two on you quickly kill him and then help me!!" I ordered.
"Will do!!" The dark elf said before approaching the other bandit.
The two bandits were both fairly big and muscular looking. One had a open kettle helmet and wore what the other bandits wore. A mail shirt and some metal armor. The other bandit however was a different story. He had a longsword and buckler in hand and stood ready in his combat stance. His armor was much better compared to the other bandits I saw. He had a closed face helmet and mail coif that effectively covered his entire head, his pauldrens and mittens covered his entire arms, which I was jealous of. His cuirass was very nice and had no nics or scratches I could see and covered his entire torso effectively. His mail covered his waist and thighs but his lower legs we're covered with plate armor greaves.
I quickly made a plan and put it into action.
The less armored bandit charged forward stupidly and made a very obvious cut that I expected. I sidestepped the slash and redirected his sword with my shield while at the same time driving my spear into his open helmet.
The feeling of stabbing someone was something new to me. I felt it all. Skin, fat, bone, organs. I felt it. It was so easy the spear easily slipped into his skull with only a little bit of effort. Within a second I took a human life. It haunted me, his face was turned into gore withen a second and he was dead, gone forever. I had very little time to process this however.
The other bandit had nothing to say and took a swing at me.
Damn it my spear is fucking stuck!!!
It was stuck in the bandits hard skull, the nics and not so sharp edge made it stick into his skull and not allow it to come out with a simple pull.
The bandit swung at the only exposed part of me, my arm. I couldn't think and acted on instinct. I moved forward quickly and tried to block the swing with my shoulder or chest. At the same time I let go of my spear and reached for my sword.
However the bandit was much more trained that I thought.
A feint!!!????
The bandit predicted my intentions and he redirected the swing with the flick of his wrist he turned his slash into a thrust to my face.
Clang!!!
Steel met steel and the nasal guard protected me from being met the same fate as the man I had just killed.
Thats right, swords weren't big and clunky cleavers. They were made to be nimble and flexible to kill. They weren't heavy, in fact they were incredibly light weighing only 2 or three pounds the heavist swords weighed only at most 5 or 7 pounds.
All those videos watching those HEMA and armored combat videos should've taught me something.
I quickly backstepped and raised my shield and sword. The bandit didn't say or do anything except circle me, to which I circled with him.
I took a quick glance at Niphiah to see how she was doing. It seemed like she wasn't struggling but was also circling and exchanging attacks with the bandit.
Damn it give me a break!!!
In the split second I looked away from the bandit he tried to strike my head again. Luckily this time though I was able to raise my shield in time and block the strike. The bandit didn't make a noise and instead stepped back and kept circling. He was waiting for an opportunity to strike. He was patient and experienced, I'm sure he killed many men like this.
Clang!!!
Fuck what the!!!!
I felt a hard impact in my lower back.
An arrow!!!
I had no time to react as the bandit took the opportunity to strike again, however because I knew that he was looking for an opportunity to attack I was able to predict it and block his attack.
"Hmmmm…." The bandit grumbled before circling again.
Fuck wheres the archer!!
Aren't bandits trash level one mobs!!!? Why are they so skilled and well equipped!? God damn it my immersion is broken I want to go on easy mode god dammit!!!
Nothing answered my call however and the bandit kept circling.
I need to end this quickly!!
I thought back at all the things I knew about medival combat. Most of the time armored knights wrestled and stabbed eachother in the gaps of their armor. And with this heavily armored knight I would have to use those techniques.
"Rah!!!!" I yelled before charging in with my shield.
The knight tried to sidestepped but I predicted this and tried to grab him with my sword arm.
FUCK
Even though I was able to grab his waist he stabbed my exposed arm with his sword. I gritted my teeth and clasped both hands behind his back and went for a leg trip.
Those 4 years of wrestling were for this!!! Thank you manditory gym class!!!
We both fell and I was able to get on top of him in a full mount position. I was going to grab my dagger from my waist but he beat me to it and grabbed my own dagger and tried to stab my armpit.
I was able to grab his wrist and stop him from stabbing me.
God hes strong!!!
We were both using all the strength we had trying to get the dagger, it was a gritty fight for survival and I was searching for an idea and thoughts of fighting and grappling flew through my head.
Americana!!!
Yes!!! BJJ !! I had the right grip on his wrist. I placed my elbow near his head and grabbed my own wrist from under his elbow before bringing his wrist inwards and down towards his hip.
Snap!!!
A chilling loud snap of bone breaking cut through the clanking of metal and screaming in the air.
"AAGGHHHH FUCK YOU LIL' FUCKIN' SACK OF SHIT ILL KILL YOU NO ILL TORTURE YOU TO DEATH YOU LIL' WORM!!" The quiet bandit said while screaming his lungs out.
I wasted no time prying the dagger from his grip and stabbing him through the gaps of his helmet.
Stab!!!
With one thrust the man was dead.
"Hiyah!!!!" Said Nephiah before the sound of metal stabbing flesh cut through the air.
Fuck my arm!!!
My arm was bleeding heavily but luckily still worked.
"We need to run!!!" I said to the dark elf.
"Understood!!" Said Nephiah
I picked up my spear shield and sword and stood up.
Fuck did I really just do that?