#4, Bandits POV

"We have been following a caravan led by Aliathra Dunnwald for a few weeks now, our informant said that they carry valuable goods to be traded to the nation of Schremele". "Now that our target is now very far away from any town or city we began our attack by luring goblins into attacking the caravan by using monster baits made by alchemists. Few days have past the goblins had overwhelmed the guards and most of them killed our strategy worked as always".The next day on day break one of the carriages begun to flee some of the men gives chase, as the others begins to loot the unprotected wagons that was left. "Alright men!! let us go back to camp".Orders the bandit leader. He tasks his second in command to take charge."We must not anyone survive".Said the bandit leader as he rides of to the direction of the fleeing carriage. "There it is boys!!!! "yells the bandit leader as the silhouette of a carriage became apparent. But then, he sees something peculiar which he decerns to be a wagon or a carriage painted in black. As they come closer they see their comrades lying on the compact dirt road, dead!! there was man and a woman, both staring at each other. The couple seems to notice their approach as they look at each other and nod. The woman who seems to be a mage.Started casting balls of fire, while the other seems to have retreated to the strange black vehicle. "Desperse, avoid the spell!!". Yells the bandit leader as it was the way to deal with mages, wait till they exhaust their mana while Also making them harder to hit. The order came late as swats of bandits got hit, thus falling of their horses and burning to their deaths. "The mage is weakening, charge!!! ". A bandit yells as he raises his sword about to cut the mage's head clean of her shoulder. Then the crack of thunder is heard along with the sound of tearing flesh accompanied by a pink mist. As the man whom thought to have left the damsel to her fate, emerges from the strange construct holding what seems to be a weapon that resembles a crossbow that emits thunder as he slaughters what was left of the bandits. Matt stand still at the mids of groaning, dying men as he watches the light in the bandits eyes fade away.The bodies sprawled on the ground reminds him of battle, machineguns chugging away and men shouting commands. He, sighs "Damn, that'll hurt" he said to himself as he turns his attention at the two ladies.His gaze was met with glare, "you immortal or somethin" Matt said to the maid who'm are now helping the pink haired lady stand. "Who are you" asks the lady. "Matt delacruz" says Matt as he stretches his hand for a handshake and with a bit of weakness the pink haired lady answers."I a'm Aliathra Dunnwald, this is my maid Irys".Then the maid Irys glares at Matt. "Irys be a dear lay me down for a bit I need to rest and bring some water I a'm parched " orders Aliathra "and bring that cowardly dwarve out" "Now I have some questions stranger"says Aliathra as Irys steps out of the carriages holding a water pouch or bladder while pulling a long braided hair and on the end a grumpy short old man with the appearance of a typical dwarves man. "Where are we" Matt asks calmly. Alitathra chuckles and replies, "we are near the borders of schremele and albany". "How do you make those fireballs?"Matt asks, Aliathra again chuckles then said "magic stranger, But I a'm not surprised mage's are a rare thing". As Matt was about to ask, the dwarve suddenly asks "those weapons who made them!!!!" he angrily asks as he points to the rifle then to the sidearm tucked to Matt's belt. "What" Matt said bewildered."I am a blacksmith I make weapons"says the dwarves as he adds "I must say I have never seen a weapon that as sophisticated and destructive as your". "It is a rifle" says Matt as the dwarves struggles to pronounce the foreign word.