"Get on the ground, you fuckers!" one of the tribesmen shouted, delivering a kick to the head of a merchant who was already kneeling helplessly in the road.
These attackers called themselves beastmen, though looking closely at their normal human proportions and lack of animal features made it clear they were just ordinary bandits wearing poorly stitched boar skins to seem intimidating to innocent travellers.
It was a cheap trick, but it was highly effective against people who lacked any sort of combat training.
"Please, these supplies are for the people in the city, and they are already running out of food," the older merchant begged, raising his trembling hands to protect his face from another blow.
Listening to pleas for mercy rarely worked out well in the wild, which was proven true when the tall bandit leading the group merely grimaced before driving his boot straight down into the merchant's head.
