Still kneeling as with his hands holding on his crotch as he protects his damaged little brother oh so dearly, the fat owner of the caravan watches the emperor-like young man rampage across the place populated by the members of the bandit group, his eyes wide with his pupils constricting in terror as he recalls how he subtly use the young man to get a chance to escape from these bandits, and given how the young man acts towards him, he knows that this young man is smart enough to figure out this intention of his.
'What sort of monster did I offend just to escape from being robbed by these bandits…' he questioned reality itself as he witnesses the gruesome scene in front of him, the bandits who previously acts all high and mighty now sprawled in the ground without any ability to stand up given their severed lower limbs, most of them crying and begging for mercy as what seems like the angel of death to their eyes comes closer and closer towards them.
