"No, look, we are sorry, just… ack!"
Snow watched carefully from the side as Lucius casually lifted a woman up by her neck. This had been the second time in the past few days that would-be bandits had attacked their carriage. Each time, their attempted hijacking had gone poorly.
During the first attempt, the group had been made up of normal bandits with little in the way of weaponry, armor, or even skill. Thanks to the lack of those traits, Snow and Desmond wiped them out quickly. The second group, which was the one being finished off by Lucius, seemed to have been supplemented with a handful of deserters from the Southern Front.
