Roger didn't pay much attention to the leader and was already formulating plans to handle the situation. The enemies were in double digit and he only had Kavita.
Kavita had multiple talents but fighting was not one of them. She had few illusion spells that were impactful but that's all. She had never experienced conflict, so she lacked the knowledge how to use her spell in flights.
Without giving any thought to what's going on in Roger's head, the bandit leader continued, "well this village was a jackpot. Otherwise where could've we found such pretty woman although being half Minotaur. This will definitely fetch us few extra coins."
Roger took battle stance and aimed for their healer which was the weakest link. His body zoomed near the healer with speed that's undetectable by eye and he shoved his fist in the healer's stomach. Then he pulled out his fist still clenching his guts. The healer died on the spot without even getting a chance to scream.
The bandits gasped in shock and then the leader said, "Looks like we have a brawler to deal with" and the he simply stood up while taking his battle stance.
"Come Mr. Brawler, let's dance" said the leader and rushed Roger while swinging his sword vertically downwards.
Roger parried his sword with his right forearm making a gentle movement and then punched the leader with his right fist.
But before he could connect his fist, he felt the leader skin hardened on impact. Although his fist perfectly landed on the enemy the latter only skid few inches away.
"Oh boy! That fist packs a punch" remarked the leader while sneering at Roger.
Roger looked at him and said, "It seems you aren't just some random bottom feeder as well."
They started clashing again fist versus sword. Although one would think the sword might have advantage over the fist but after watching the clash in front of them nobody would say so.
Roger may have suffered few minor cuts, but he had started to overwhelm his enemy. Single punch might not have caused hurt but, once you throw enough shit at the wall its starts to stick.
After feeling a barrage of heavy punches the leader broke away to catch his breath and muttered "well you're not that bad Mr. Brawler. This is the first time I'm being overwhelmed by mere fists."
"Don't let it bother you kid, I had my fare share of fight against sword wielders when I was a young adventurer" said Roger with smug.
"Beat him to pulp, father! He has killed so many of our friends "said Mir. His eyes were swollen and he had dried up tear marks on his face.
Kavita looked at him with tears flushing down. Her hurt ached to imagine what kind of massacre an 8 year old child had to see at such tender age.
The leader wiped blood from his lips and charged at Roger while yelling, "Let's start round 2."
Roger again took battle stance but this time, his first where covered with faint white swirling wind and with each punch the enemy had to face brunt force of punches enhanced with some spell.
While they were exchanging blows, the leader first looked at him with surprised wide eyes but suddenly smiled and said, " a brawler with wind aura, aren't you too famous to live in such shabby and backward village, Mr. Brawler or should I say the Tornado Fist?"
The facial expressions of everyone was full of surprises. There was hardly anyone in the region who hasn't heard of the Tornado Fist. Only Kavita and few close friends in the village knew about his true identity.
This revelation didn't stop Roger's continuous assault. He already had too much on his plate.
Roger with his fluent moves parried every swing thrown at him. He was so elegant while dodging and parrying but, was equally ruthless with his attacks.
Every punch was thrown at the enemy with precision. The Armor skill of the enemy started losing its effectiveness bit by bit.
And after several exchanges, Roger finally landed an uppercut at enemy's chin which made the latter flew away several meters.
After seeing their leader thrown away by the punch, few lackey's started panicking. Only those who've known their leader for a long time were watching this battle with excited expressions. Some even started making bets to earn few extra coins.
The leader stood up and spat some blood. He then shoved his sword in the ground, cleared the blood from his lips and stretched his body a little while muttering, "time to get serious."
Then suddenly the leader used his Trump card. His sword was now covered in red glow. Roger's expression changed as he thought to himself, 'he can use mana armament, and he's not your average bandit.'
"Well I like that surprised expression of yours. You thought I was some average bandit didn't you. That's very rude of you, I already told you that we were adventures didn't I?" said the leader while chuckling and continued with his sword play.
Now they were fighting on equal footing. Every time Roger tried to Parry his sword with his fists, the mana that enveloped the sword ignored the wind enveloping his fist and burnt his skin bit by bit. With continuous exchange the damage bit by bit started to take toll on his body and the battle now came to a standstill.
After what seemed like an eternity, both the fighters moved away from each other. Roger looked at his hands which now had several burn marks.
The other side only chuckled while patting his body and said, "I'm already at level 56 you're giving me such a hard time. So it might not be wrong for assuming that you're at least level 60 or more."
"But, you know as a warrior you don't have many openings that I could use in my favour "said the leader then while glancing at one of his friend he nodded.
Then he continued, "But a parent always have an opening" as soon as he said that, one person moved right next to Mir and shoved his knife in back of his throat.
" Nooooooooo!! " Roger looked at this with horrified expression. He just couldn't believe his eyes and looked at Mir in daze.
Kavita dropped on her knees and started to cry while throwing her fists on the ground several time.
The leader use this exact moment to make his move. He zoomed towards his enemy and then swung his sword in perfect arc and carves out Roger's left arm from his body and then by making another swing he did the same to his right arm.
Roger didn't even finch. His gaze was fixed on his son who was choking on his own blood. Then after few seconds due to excessive blood loss Roger, dropped on his face with tears and snot mixing with dirt. Everyone heard a loud cry and they as well gave up with their saviour's final cry.
For Kavita, it was like her whole existence was upside down. She looked at Roger as he was losing the light in his eyes bit by bit and after few minutes he passed away with regrets.
"No Roger don't leave me alone. Please don't do this to me "Kavita ran next to him and tried to wake him up while crying.
But it was already too late. When death comes knocking on one's door it doesn't give time to anyone.
Kavita kept shaking his dead body while continuously muttering, "I'm sorry!" Like a broken record.
She couldn't take care of his sister's last wish and after losing both father and son duo due her weakness, she could only blame herself.
"Let's wrap this up. Don't even try to soil these pretty flowers with your lust. She and other beauties are our golden goose and will fetch a lot of extra coins" said the leader while turning away.
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Roger didn't pay much attention to the leader and was already formulating plans to handle the situation. The enemies were in double digit and he only had Kavita.
Kavita had multiple talents but fighting was not one of them. She had few illusion spells that were impactful but that's all. She had never experienced conflict, so she lacked the knowledge how to use her spell in flights.
Without giving any thought to what's going on in Roger's head, the bandit leader continued, "well this village was a jackpot. Otherwise where could've we found such pretty woman although being half Minotaur. This will definitely fetch us few extra coins."
Roger took battle stance and aimed for their healer which was the weakest link. His body zoomed near the healer with speed that's undetectable by eye and he shoved his fist in the healer's stomach. Then he pulled out his fist still clenching his guts. The healer died on the spot without even getting a chance to scream.
The bandits gasped in shock and then the leader said, "Looks like we have a brawler to deal with" and the he simply stood up while taking his battle stance.
"Come Mr. Brawler, let's dance" said the leader and rushed Roger while swinging his sword vertically downwards.
Roger parried his sword with his right forearm making a gentle movement and then punched the leader with his right fist.
But before he could connect his fist, he felt the leader skin hardened on impact. Although his fist perfectly landed on the enemy the latter only skid few inches away.
"Oh boy! That fist packs a punch" remarked the leader while sneering at Roger.
Roger looked at him and said, "It seems you aren't just some random bottom feeder as well."
They started clashing again fist versus sword. Although one would think the sword might have advantage over the fist but after watching the clash in front of them nobody would say so.
Roger may have suffered few minor cuts, but he had started to overwhelm his enemy. Single punch might not have caused hurt but, once you throw enough shit at the wall its starts to stick.
After feeling a barrage of heavy punches the leader broke away to catch his breath and muttered "well you're not that bad Mr. Brawler. This is the first time I'm being overwhelmed by mere fists."
"Don't let it bother you kid, I had my fare share of fight against sword wielders when I was a young adventurer" said Roger with smug.
"Beat him to pulp, father! He has killed so many of our friends "said Mir. His eyes were swollen and he had dried up tear marks on his face.
Kavita looked at him with tears flushing down. Her hurt ached to imagine what kind of massacre an 8 year old child had to see at such tender age.
The leader wiped blood from his lips and charged at Roger while yelling, "Let's start round 2."
Roger again took battle stance but this time, his first where covered with faint white swirling wind and with each punch the enemy had to face brunt force of punches enhanced with some spell.
While they were exchanging blows, the leader first looked at him with surprised wide eyes but suddenly smiled and said, " a brawler with wind aura, aren't you too famous to live in such shabby and backward village, Mr. Brawler or should I say the Tornado Fist?"
The facial expressions of everyone was full of surprises. There was hardly anyone in the region who hasn't heard of the Tornado Fist. Only Kavita and few close friends in the village knew about his true identity.
This revelation didn't stop Roger's continuous assault. He already had too much on his plate.
Roger with his fluent moves parried every swing thrown at him. He was so elegant while dodging and parrying but, was equally ruthless with his attacks.
Every punch was thrown at the enemy with precision. The Armor skill of the enemy started losing its effectiveness bit by bit.
And after several exchanges, Roger finally landed an uppercut at enemy's chin which made the latter flew away several meters.
After seeing their leader thrown away by the punch, few lackey's started panicking. Only those who've known their leader for a long time were watching this battle with excited expressions. Some even started making bets to earn few extra coins.
The leader stood up and spat some blood. He then shoved his sword in the ground, cleared the blood from his lips and stretched his body a little while muttering, "time to get serious."
Then suddenly the leader used his Trump card. His sword was now covered in red glow. Roger's expression changed as he thought to himself, 'he can use mana armament, and he's not your average bandit.'
"Well I like that surprised expression of yours. You thought I was some average bandit didn't you. That's very rude of you, I already told you that we were adventures didn't I?" said the leader while chuckling and continued with his sword play.
Now they were fighting on equal footing. Every time Roger tried to Parry his sword with his fists, the mana that enveloped the sword ignored the wind enveloping his fist and burnt his skin bit by bit. With continuous exchange the damage bit by bit started to take toll on his body and the battle now came to a standstill.
After what seemed like an eternity, both the fighters moved away from each other. Roger looked at his hands which now had several burn marks.
The other side only chuckled while patting his body and said, "I'm already at level 56 you're giving me such a hard time. So it might not be wrong for assuming that you're at least level 60 or more."
"But, you know as a warrior you don't have many openings that I could use in my favour "said the leader then while glancing at one of his friend he nodded.
Then he continued, "But a parent always have an opening" as soon as he said that, one person moved right next to Mir and shoved his knife in back of his throat.
" Nooooooooo!! " Roger looked at this with horrified expression. He just couldn't believe his eyes and looked at Mir in daze.
Kavita dropped on her knees and started to cry while throwing her fists on the ground several time.
The leader use this exact moment to make his move. He zoomed towards his enemy and then swung his sword in perfect arc and carves out Roger's left arm from his body and then by making another swing he did the same to his right arm.
Roger didn't even finch. His gaze was fixed on his son who was choking on his own blood. Then after few seconds due to excessive blood loss Roger, dropped on his face with tears and snot mixing with dirt. Everyone heard a loud cry and they as well gave up with their saviour's final cry.
For Kavita, it was like her whole existence was upside down. She looked at Roger as he was losing the light in his eyes bit by bit and after few minutes he passed away with regrets.
"No Roger don't leave me alone. Please don't do this to me "Kavita ran next to him and tried to wake him up while crying.
But it was already too late. When death comes knocking on one's door it doesn't give time to anyone.
Kavita kept shaking his dead body while continuously muttering, "I'm sorry!" Like a broken record.
She couldn't take care of his sister's last wish and after losing both father and son duo due her weakness, she could only blame herself.
"Let's wrap this up. Don't even try to soil these pretty flowers with your lust. She and other beauties are our golden goose and will fetch a lot of extra coins" said the leader while turning away.
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