I moved. When I move, I tend to slowly snake in a direction of my choice. It's instinctual really. It conservatives energy, and is not strenuous. But when angered, I could move faster then any man.

  I darted forward, and chopped down at one of the bandits. I hacked into him, and my axe went through his collarbone, through his chest, and into his guts. He dropped to his knees, as I wrenched my axe out of his corpse.

  I whipped my tale at one who was going for a stab on my exposed body, and made him fall to the ground. The two guards, plus driver had finally began to kill the bandits, the guards with swords, and the driver had a knife in one bandits throat.

  I was tackled from the side as I pit my axes point through the skull of another bandit, and the man stopped dead. I didn't even stagger, even as I dropped my hand and grabbed his exposed throat.

  I squeezes, even as he tries to cut at my armor. I looked him in the eyes as my gauntlet crushed his throat, and I threw him to the ground, choking to death and turning purple.

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  Arrows started raining down, and we took cover from one direction. The driver had a crossbow in his hands, and an arrow in the thigh, while the guards were breathing heavier, but otherwise unhurt.

  "You three, behind usss. I will disssstract them until you break the lassst of them." I said. Arrow fire on that side was light, 3 crossbows, I think. They should be able to break them easily enough. They nodded and maneuvered to attack, as I rushed the other side of the forest. There were 5, all cowering behind trees and loading their crossbows.

  I looked, and noticed that only one had the draw to actually threaten me. So, I rushed her. She panicked, and dropped her crossbow, trying to draw a holdout knife. I needed fear to break them, to make them run. Killing them all would be needlessly risky, and bandits broke easily.

  I punched her in the face, and she dropped, dazed. I planted my axe in the earth, and grabbed her by the torso. I tucked her into my side, and held her there. I went into the relative open, and showed my prize. I lifted the girls arm up and out, and pulled.

  It was both more simple and more difficult then I had imagined. I was going for expediency and brutality. As I ripped and pulled her arm off, she screamed. My guts rolled, and I nearly heaved. But, with focus, I managed not to vomit in my helmet.

  "THISSSS IS YOUR FATE, VERMIN! SSSSCREAM! SSSSCREAM LOUDER!" I screeched. As I watched, the 4 bowmen and women ran, tossing their weapons away and breaking for who knows where.

  I drew my knife, and stabbed it into her temple, ending her agonized screams. She spasmed on my side, and I could feel her piss herself. I dropped the corpse, and slithered away after retrieving my axe.

  I only got a few paces before I ripped my helmet off, and vomited on the blood soaked ground.