My eyes narrowed as the group's leader chuckled at my ignorance. Surrounding me, they drew their weapons, blades gleaming with menacing intent. I steadied my breathing, gripping my claymore tightly, readying myself for the imminent clash.
"Look, here," The man sighed, reaching into his pockets to pull out the pouch I've been missing. "i'll give it back to ya ok? so don't make a scene."
I look at him with a skeptical glance before reaching out for it, the sound of footsteps echoed in my ear as one of the henchmen lunged at me from the left, his dagger aiming for my ribs. I sidestepped swiftly, bringing my claymore down in a powerful arc. Sparks flew as our weapons clashed, and the force of my swing sent the henchman stumbling backward. His eyes widened in surprise, clearly underestimating my strength.
