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    Three more bandits make their advance. Bandits is their title, though idiots may be one more fitting, for they all attempt the exact same attack as the man that was just thrown through a Redwood tree. They lift their weapons in the air - one holding a similar club to that of the one prior and the other two welding faulty stone axes of which, off design alone, could make Sariffall shutter. A semblance of rationality is shown, however, for the goon bearing the club aims for the head while the remaining halfwits strike at his sides.

    Sariffall steps forward and to the side slightly, dodging the overhead grunts attack. The bandit stumbles forward. And as the other two goons curse allowed, they slam their stone axes into his sides instead; Sariffall backs away from the carnage. The man is nearly split in half at the waist. The remaining bandits growl in anger. One of the two lunges forward, axe readied, and attempts to do the same once more. His ally follows his lead.

    They both aim for his sides again quite predictably, though another of the group can be heard charging at him from behind. Sariffall casually steps to the side much like before, grabbing the handle of the axe above wielded by the grunt attempting to bring it down on the back of his head. Then quickly throws the goon forward at the other two nitwits, causing all three of them to get knocked to the ground several feet away- they tumble against the dirt.

    Finally, four bandits remain. They all stare at him from afar, their faces littered with rage yet an ounce of fear forces its way into the gleam of their eyes. They prepare themselves to attack. But as their muscles tense and their minds become ready, Sariffall reaches to his side and clutches the hilt of a sword strapped to his waist. The four thugs immediately jump slightly as he slowly unsheets the katana like blade.

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