Southern Bandits 2

After a few hours trekking the hills of the moor, the group came to the hideout of the bandit, whose location was given by the captured bandit. As the route they took up the hills was not accessible by horse, Kain left the horse and the bandit with Jon while he, Robert and Tonmen went to the bandits' hideout.

The bandits' hideout was a cave, whose entrance was defended with a three metre tall wooden palisade with a tower around the entrance. Smoke was rising from behind the Palisade.

"A watchman on the tower and two guards at the inner gate,"Said Robert, scouting out the guards.

The three of them were disguised in the bandits gear and their face was hidden with the bandits masks. It wouldn't be much of a fight as the captured bandit had told them that there were only a dozen bandits back at the camp. The only hurdle was how to get inside the palisade.

"Tonmen, you stay here," Said Kain, looking at the warrior,"The moment I signal, shoot down the watchman."

"Understood, My Lord," Said the warrior," may the gods be with you."

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Seraf was getting anxious. The chief had led thirty of the crew to raid some farms but still hasn't returned. It has already been a long time since they departed and dusk was creeping in as well.

"What's that?" he said, straining his eyes as he saw two figures coming up the path. He instantly recognised the red headed chief of the crew. There were only two men. The chief was being help by another bandit whom Seraf recognised as the lieutenant, Mad Dog Murdock."I guess the hunt didn't go well."

"Open the gate, Seraf," Shout Murdock,"The chief is injured."

"Hey, you two," Shout Seraf, calling out to the guards,"the chief is back. He look injured. Go and help him."

The two guards who were guarding the gate open the gate and rushed out with the intention to help their chief. As soon as they reach the two men, their heads flew out from their neck as Kain quickly Slash the two of them with his glaive. At the same time, there was a thud and the watchman landed on the ground below, an arrow stuck on his forehead.

"Enemy attack," Shout a bandit, who was at the cave entrance and rushed in, alarming the people insides.

*Plop* The bandit fell face down on the ground as he try to run as a big stone hit him hard on the back of his skull.

"Four down," Said Kain, driving the tip of glaive into the man's chest,"eight more to go."

The bandit scream in pain as Kain slowly plunge the glaive from the back to his heart. The sound brought out the remaining bandits. Seeing that his objective was finished, Kain drove the blade of the glaive into the man's heart, ending his suffering.

"Boss? What are you doing?" Asked one of the bandits, clearly confused.

"That's not the boss," Cried out another, pointing to Kain's face,"that's someone wearing the boss face."

"Its a skinjer," Shout another.

Many of the bandits were scared of the person wearing the carved out face of their former chief. Some had even began to scurry back into the cave.

The commotion was because Kain had carved out Black Dog face and hair and wore it like a mask. Robert didn't have to do much because his frame and hair matches Mad Dog Murdock and wore only the mask.

Kain didn't care. Fear in your opponents were always a good sight. It can't be said for Robert though. He had objected to it but Kain didn't comply.

"None of you shall escape the wrath of the Lord," Said Kain, swinging his large glaive. The bandit who called Kain a Skinjer got cleave in half.

"Its a monster, run," shout the bandit who first spoke seeing the monstrous strength with which Kain kill the other bandits.

"Kill them all, Uncle Robert," Shout Kain as the bandits scurry back into their cave,"leave none of these filth alive."

Robert, on the other hand was quite surprised at the strength and skills of his young master. Pride and happiness well up in his chest. He was no longer the strongest warrior in the territory. Not only his fighting prowess but the Young Lord had a sound mind when it come to battle and strategy, however weird and sudden they may sound.

The strength and speed of the young master was beyond that of the highest rank Sky warrior. Robert was sure that he had reach the realm of the heavenly warriors, something which had never been heard of for such a young age.

"The bandits are right," Robert thought as he cut the head of a fleeing bandit,"The Young master is a monster, both in body and mind."

"Only four left,"Said Kain, stepping over his latest kill,"you take right, I will take the South. Happy hunting,Uncle."

Without any any word, he spring towards the southern tunnel, where two bandits had fled into. The cave was not a big one but it had several branching tunnels which led to smaller cave.

Kain flinched as he felt sharp pains on both of his abdomen as he entered a small cavern. He had been ambushed. The two bandits had ambush him by hiding at either side of the narrow tunnel and drove their spear at his unguarded abdomens.

But he didn't scream or falter. The two bandits were wiry and small. The two turned their spears and put their strength to drove the spears deeper .

"You bitches," he cursed. He swing his glaive down on the bandit on his right with his right hand while his left grab the other spear to prevent it from going in deeper. It will have been better if they had used swords. Using spears gave Kain the perfect space between them to use his glaive.

The bandit scream as the glaive cut off his right shoulder cleanly off from his body and let go of the spear, falling down to the ground, squirming and screaming in pain.

With great tenacity, Kain turned around at the other bandit and drove the glaive right through its neck, the tip coming out from its nape. He turned it around and push the glaive to the right, slashing the neck open, the head dangling to right side of the bandits body as the corpse fell down to the ground.

Kain finished off the screaming bandit on the floor. Tired and exhausted, he slump to the ground. His head was getting dizzy and his vision was blurry due to the blood loss. He wrote something on the hard stony floor of the cave with his blood and closed his eyes, darkness taking over his sight.

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