A black slash tore through the air as I moved like a shadow, taking down two hooded attackers with a single swing of my blade. Their bodies collapsed to the ground with a dull thud, and I turned to face the rest of them, the edges of my lips curling into a taunting smirk.
"Is that all you've got? You damn bandits!" I said, my voice sharp and mocking, echoing through the arena.
The Queen, locked in combat with several hooded figures, snapped her head toward me as the words came. Her eyes narrowed. "Bandits?" she muttered, her sword slicing through the air as she blocked an attack.
One of her knights, struggling against a particularly aggressive opponent, shouted back, "They're bandits? Why the hell are they attacking here?"
"Focus!" the Queen bellowed, her tone commanding. "If they're bandits, they're after something! Take them down before they get it!"