"We need some help over here!" Shouted a bandit, as the sound of footsteps ran to this strange crisis. Four bandits were found convulsing on the ground, two of them were the ones that chased after a runaway and ran out of the forest screaming for help before collapsing. When the other two bandits came to check on them. More screams were heard and the other two were on the ground in the same manner.
"We're being attacked!" A bandit shouted "North side!" as the group of bandits began to take up arms, readying bows, rushing to defend their camp.
In a tent, on the far side of the camp, were 7 chained slaves, girls and women, dressed in torn clothes and rags. They wondered what was happening, the noise and the shouting made it like they were being attacked, some hoped people from their village came to save, others saw this as an opportunity to escape. One the slaves pulled a hidden shiv and began to work on her cuffs but stopped when moonlight suddenly filled the tent as a woman entered the tent and stood before them. She looked otherworldly with the moonlight against her back, the slaves couldn't stop staring, captivated by the figure in front of them.
"Pretty." whispered one of the girls. The woman walked and squatted before them, showing a gentle smile, the slaves were surprised at how flustered they were.
"I'm here to help you." The 'woman' spoke in a surprisingly low and manly tone. "So please stay here while I take care of the bandits, ok?." As the man stands and turns to exit the tent. One of the girls spoke out.
"There was another, she ran and-" Then a spear wielding bandit rushed into the tent and stabbed at the unknown man, but with a simple side step, the bandit missed his mark and found a hand on his cheek. The bandit was stunned for some reason.
"She's fine, I was able to find you because of her." The man responded without looking back. He pushed the bandit and sent him tumbling out of the tent and onto the floor twitching. "I'll lead us to her when I'm finished with this."
As the mysterious man leaves the tent, he's surrounded by a group of armed bandits, weapons drawn and ready to attack. Most of the bandits were surprised that it was a single person, let alone someone so pretty, but stood by with a caution. They saw what happened to the bandit before. No weapons were drawn, no signs of magic, skill? Poison? Martial arts? All they know is that this thing touched him and now he looks dead.
One of the bandits fired an arrow at the single attacker but he simply caught the tip. A gentle smile, a solemn gaze, as he drops the arrow, he dashed at the group with frightening speed. Before the arrow hit the ground, the man brushed past three bandits with the man's hand gently brushing against the face of the fourth. The man walks and continues forwards to the rest of the bandits. The four before stood still.
"UUUUGHGHWEHWHQ!" The four let out a beastly howl before falling to the ground, convulsing. The man rushed at the rest of the bandits as a blur. Hand brushing against skin. Each bandit that passed by the man howled and screamed before falling. Every strike, slash, any form of retaliation were caught, parried, and dodged. 10 bandits, in mere moments, reduced to nothing more than quivering bodies as the beautiful man stood alone in the moonlight.
A shadow soon covers the man, the sound of the air being cut. A mass of a man dives into the battle. Surprised by the speed, the attacker quickly jumped away as the massive man slammed onto the ground with explosive force. As the dust settled, revealing a muscular man, twice the size of most bandits, wielding axes in both hands, the man was shirtless, proudly displaying a big and round belly.
"So you're the one that dares attack the Boar Bandits" The man's voice was loud and intimidating. He sees the bodies scattered on the floor. His grip tightens on his axes. "You must be some kind of expert to do this to my men." He points an axe at the attacker. "My name is Kurn of the Iron Belly." He announced as he slapped his belly with his free axe, letting out a loud, reverberating, drum-like noise. "And what is the name of the fool that'll be crushed by this iron gut of mine?" The other man gets into a stance, as both hands glide into a readied position.
"Cosmo." The man spoke as he dashed towards the bandit leader.