Chapter 5: Attack on Bandits
Bob snuck behind the bandits like a cat. A very large, wheezing cat. He then dashed forward with his sword and struck a bandit named Quail, who turned just in time to be very surprised and then very unconscious. Quail collapsed next to me , and dropped his mace. Naturally, I did the heroic thing, I picked up the mace and smashed it into his head. He went double-unconscious. Bonus points for me.
Bob and I regrouped, standing back-to-back like we're in a movie poster, surrounded by the last two bandits, Crow and Kiwi.
"Why do you look like you're dying?" I asked Bob, noticing he was panting like he just ran a marathon in a sauna. "You were massacring goblins like a blender just five minutes ago."
"Huff... huh... My Hero Grace skill is on cooldown. Two more minutes... huff..."
"Hero Grace? What does it do?"
"It makes me cool and graceful. For five minutes." He looked tachypneic and just replied in short sentences.
What kind of skill is that? But, at current moment, I'll take anything at this point.
Crow's eyes were bloodshot and twitchy. He was flipping a knife in his hand and ready to strike at any time.
"So the treasure itself came to see us, huh," Crow said.
Bob and I didn't understand what he meant by that.
Meanwhile, Kiwi pointed his long staff at us... but looked like he really wanted to be somewhere else.