The Reckoning

Ronan crouched behind the rocks overlooking the bandits' encampment. His True Vision scanned the area with precision, pinpointing every movement and strategic position of the enemy. The camp was a chaotic mess of flickering fires and ill-disciplined guards, but Ronan's focus was razor-sharp. The bandits had taken Aria and secured her in one of the cargo wagons. He had a plan, and every second wasted was a risk he couldn't afford.

He began by assessing the layout: the bandits' camp was loosely arranged with the main wagon in the center surrounded by smaller carts and tents. The guards, mostly complacent, were more interested in their rations and the distractions of their temporary camp than in vigilance. Ronan's eyes narrowed as he plotted his approach.

His plan was simple but effective: create chaos to draw the bandits away from their posts, then strike decisively. He moved silently from his vantage point, making his way to a cluster of barrels filled with oil. With a swift, practiced motion, he set them alight using a spark from his energy blade. The fire spread quickly, igniting the barrels and sending flames roaring into the sky.

Panic erupted among the bandits as the fire started to consume their supplies. Guards scrambled to contain the blaze, while others shouted orders that only added to the confusion. Ronan seized the opportunity. He darted forward, his speed making him a blur against the flames. His blade flashed as he cut down any bandit foolish enough to confront him.

The cacophony of battle rose as Ronan wove through the chaos. He was a whirlwind of death, each movement calculated and lethal. His enemies, overwhelmed by his speed and precision, fell before they could react.

Just as he was about to breach the cargo wagons, a massive figure emerged from the smoke—a bald bandit wielding a large, menacing hammer. His presence was imposing, and his battle cry roared through the din. Ronan faced him with a cold, calculating gaze. This was the test of his plan's execution.

The giant swung his hammer in a wide arc, aiming to crush Ronan with sheer brute force. Ronan's reflexes, honed by countless battles, allowed him to sidestep effortlessly. He struck with a quick, decisive thrust of his blade, aiming for the gaps in the giant's armor. The bandit roared in pain, but Ronan was relentless. With each strike, he targeted the weak points, dodging the hammer's swings with fluid agility.

The final blow came as Ronan ducked under a mighty swing and lunged forward, driving his blade into the bandit's exposed side. The giant staggered and collapsed, the hammer falling beside him with a heavy thud. Ronan's blade was soon wiped clean of blood as he scanned the area. The remaining bandits, now leaderless and disoriented, fell quickly under his relentless assault.

With the immediate threat neutralized, Ronan approached the cargo wagons. His heart raced with a mixture of hope and fear. He searched each one meticulously, his True Vision aiding him in inspecting every nook and cranny. But Aria was nowhere to be found.

He approached the nearest wagon, where a few frightened slaves were huddled. Their eyes widened with a mix of relief and trepidation as Ronan entered.

"Where is Aria?" Ronan demanded, his voice steady but urgent.

One of the slaves, a gaunt woman with eyes full of desperation, spoke up. "The first wagon—the one that left early. They took her to the slave hunters' camp."

Ronan's heart sank. The information confirmed his worst fear: Aria was being moved again, deeper into enemy territory. He turned to address the rest of the slaves. "Get to safety. The camp is no longer secure."

As the slaves began to scatter, one figure a non-human with Animal ears and a haggard appearance stepped forward. "Please," the creature said, its voice trembling, "I am not strong enough to help my younger sister to escape on my own. Can you help me?"

Ronan nodded, understanding the desperation in the creature's eyes. He reached out a hand. "I will help you. But we must move quickly."

As they made their way away from the burning camp, Ronan's mind raced with thoughts of the next steps. Aria was still out there, and time was running short. The slave hunters' camp was his next destination, and he would stop at nothing to rescue her.

Ronan Stats :

1. **Level:** 8

2. **Health:** 68%

3. **Stamina:** 45%

4. **Mana:** 0%

5. **Strength:** 18

6. **Agility:** 32

7. **Intelligence:** 24

8. **Luck:** 12

9. **Magic:** 0

Stats points: 17

The abilities : Super senses (passive) ,

True Vision (passive) , Thick Skin (passive).