As the leader began to ponder what was causing this, he soon felt another pain, an ethereal blade which had punctured a hole in his body. He soon felt painful spikes piercing through his skin made of his own blood. The leader finally found himself able to move again as he rushed over to the secret exit in his shack, but it was already too late. “Go ahead, try and put those bonds back on me.” Chaceito gabbed on, increasing the horror of the situation. The leader just stood there paralyzed by fear. He put his hands up into the air, revealing his luminescent purple blade and teasing his prey. I surrender.” Chaceito retorts sarcastically. Chaceito had just finished chopping off the head of one of the bandits as he turns his attention to their former leader. The leader’s attention was turned to a shriek he heard, as he found the man responsible for these actions. Structurally, the camp was still perfectly fine, but the blood and bodies of those who once served the bandit leader were strewn across the plains, there were even some bones laid about. However, the leader’s anger soon turned into shock as he absorbed the scene around him. He threw a bag onto the grass as it spilled copper and iron coins across the ground, an old trick of Chaceito’s. “Ok! What in the name of Oblivion is this foolery!?” The bandit leader yelled while storming out of his shack. Time to have some fun Chaceito thought to himself as he prepared a new set of spells. Instantly all of the bandits were now nothing but fleshy statues, as they all fell to the ground, becoming motionless. Chaceito began to ready a spell behind the bandit as him and his friends now desperately swung at Chaceito to no avail as he cast the spell. “Did you idiots forget argonians have claws?” This question was followed by a quick “Feim!” as the now free Chaceito sprinted behind the bandit with the dagger during his daze of confusion. “Well the boss ain’t here now is he?” The bandit was ready to do a quick number to Chaceito’s throat before he asked “Can I just ask you one question before I die?” “Fine, but make it quick” the bandit impatiently replied. “I… I thought your boss said you were g… going to spare me.” Chaceito voiced his false concern. By now, Chaceito was already out of his binds, something the bandits did not notice as one of them came up with a dagger in hand. The entire camp cheered as the leader retreated to his shack to count the coins he thought he had won. Chaceito continued to maintain his act as he responded with “Please sir… d… don’t hurt me… I would’ve n… never imagined attacking such f… fine gentle… men.” “Ha! A coward like the rest of them! This will be easy, just hand over whatever you got on your scrawny body and we’ll let you go, simple as that.” Chaceito could easily tell that the leader was lying, but he still found this amusing, so acted in response to the bandit’s plea by throwing a bag full of jingling metals at him yelling “Here! Just take it!” The bandit’s face lit up as he held the large bag exclaiming “We’re rich!” at the top of his lungs. “This small idiot thought he could sneak by us, well we made sure he paid for that mistake.” said another bandit, almost as arrogantly as his leader. He hated that smug look, but he knew that if he gave up his act soon, it wouldn’t be as fun, so he tolerated it for now. “Well, well, well, look what my boys caught today” the bandit leader said smugly to Chaceito. In front of them all he saw a man covered shoulder to toe in steel armor, the argonian, Chaceito, assumed he was their leader. He was being lead in through the wooden gates his hands bound by rope. The argonian walked into the bandit encampment, their swords and axes out as he suspected.
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