"We need some help over here!" Shouts a bandit, the sound of footsteps runs to meet this crisis. Four bandits, found convulsing on the ground, two of them were the ones that chased after a runaway, but they suddenly 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 shouts "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 slaves, girls and women of different ages, dressed in torn clothes and rags. They wonder what was happening, the noise and the shouting made it like they was some kind of attack, some hopes that it was people sent from their village and were here to save them, others saw this as an opportunity to try and escape. One the slaves pulled a hidden shiv and begins to work on her cuffs but stops when moonlight suddenly fills the tent as a woman enters the tent and stands before them. She looked otherworldly with the moonlight against her back, the slaves, mouths gaping as they couldn't stop staring, captivate by the figure in front of them.
"Pretty." whispers one of the girls. The woman walks and squats before them, showing a gentle smile, the slaves blushes and surprises at how flustered they were.
"I'm here to help you." The 'woman' speaks in a surprisingly low and manly tone. "So please stay here while I take care of the bandits, ok?." The man stands and turns to exit the tent. One of the girls spoke out.
"There was another, she ran and-" Just then, a spear wielding bandit rushes into the tent and attempts to stab at the unknown man, but with a simple side step, the bandit miss his mark with a hand on his cheek.
"She's fine, I was able to find you all because of her." The man responds without looking back. He pushes the bandit and sent him tumbling out of the tent and onto the floor twitching. "I'll bring her back when I'm done with this."
As the mysterious man leaves the tent, a group of armed bandits surrounds him, weapons drawn and ready to attack. The bandits, surprises that the cause of all this chaos is a single person, let alone someone so pretty, but they stand 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 person is strong.
One of the bandits fires an arrow at the attacker but he simply catches the tip of the arrow with two fingers. A gentle smile, a solemn gaze, as he drops the arrow, he dashes at the group with frightening speed. Before the arrow hit the ground, the man brush past three bandits with the man's hand press gently against the face of the fourth. The man walks and continues forwards to the rest of the bandits.
"UUUUGHGHWEHWHQ!" The four let out a beastly howl before falling to the ground, convulsing. The man is a blur as he rashes at the rest of the bandits. Hands brushing against skin.
Each bandit that was 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 now stands alone in the moonlight.
A shadow soon covers the man as the sound of the air being cut. A mass of a man dives into the battle. Surprise by the speed, the attacker quickly jumps away as the massive man slams onto the ground with explosive force. The dust settles, revealing a muscular man, twice the size of the 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, loud and intimidating. He sees the bodies scattered on the floor. Tightening the grip 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 announces 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 ready position.
"Cosmo." The man speaks as he dashes towards the bandit leader.