The bandits closed the distance quickly, spreading out into a loose semicircle.
Their leader, a scarred man with a heavy axe, sneered as he pointed his weapon at Brandon.
"Well, well... looks like 'this man' decided to bring a pretty whore out for some fun. Bad timing."
Another bandit laughed crudely, eyeing Freya's figure "Capture the man. Take the woman alive. She looks great."
The rest of the bandits joined in with vulgar chuckles as their gazes crawled over Freya's body with clear lust.
A few licked their lips, already imagining what they'd do once Brandon was captured.
Freya's eyes narrowed in irritation.
In the next instant, the air itself seemed to split.
Sleesh-!
A flash of cold steel sang through the space between them.
The bandit leader's face was still twisted in a mocking grin when Brandon's sword cleaved straight through it vertically, from forehead to chin.
Crunch.
Brain matter, blood, and shattered bone exploded outward in a gruesome spray.
