"Kill them! They're just three brats!"
The bandit beside Iron Brains roared once he saw that there were only three of them and could only attack in the dark of the night.
Drain Dog didn't say anything, and neither did Iron Brains.
"Kill!"
The bandits unleashed their killing intent as they soared towards the three targets. They were mad that their degenerate comrades were killed before they could even resist.
Noctis stepped into the fray rather than retreating, which surprised the bandits, but neither party paused.
A spear came first.
Noctis flawlessly dodged the stab with a sidestep and waved his silver axe, burying it into the man's collarbone and ripping it apart effortlessly.
"What!?"
The bandits roared in shock as it happened too fast.
Some couldn't stop their momentum.
Noctis's pupils dilated as he focused on one person. The person who nearly called him a motherfucker.
