The other two bandits now stood their ground in their camp. They were waiting for the adventurer to make the first move. The female bandit brandished two daggers and wore fur chest armour, boots, leggings and no helm, exposing her fiery red hair. Her tattoos seemed tribal, which suggests that the female bandit was a former member of the forsworn tribe.
Bandit Outlaw still stood motionless on the rocky ridge that leads down to the camp, staring in awe at the adventurer. The adventurer loomed over the crushed rabbit, seemingly admiring the dead animal. The adventurer then quickly ripped off the rabbit's legs and added them to his inventory. He then fired a stream of flames at the rabbit's corpse. The ground and the rabbit burst into flames, which seemed to please the adventurer. The adventurer turned away from the flaming rabbit and continued to jump repeatedly towards the bandits' camp. The adventurer failed to notice Bandit Outlaw, who was still observing his every move.
The female bandit spotted the adventurer first. If he posed a threat to the bandits, they would be forced to kill him. That was the law of the bandits. Bandit Outlaw Leader was positioned three metres behind the female bandit, ready to strike at a moment's notice. The adventurer now walked casually towards the female bandit, still keeping a safe distance. "That's close enough friend!" she shouted at the adventurer. As she shouted the adventurer launched into a wild power attack, winding up his mace to strike at the female bandit. The female bandit had no time to react. The mace connected sharply with the female bandit's red-haired skull, blood exploding from her face. She cried out in pain as her dead body limped to the ground. The adventurer's slow recovery after the power attack opened him up to an attack from Bandit Outlaw Leader. He swung his battle axe at the adventurer, slashing through his chest. Blood sprayed from the adventurer who now retreated while firing a burst of flames towards the heavily armoured orc. The orc tried to charge at the adventurer, but the flames devoured him too quickly. The orc buckled at the knees, his charred corpse falling into an awkward prayer position. Bandit Outlaw Leader was cooked alive inside his own banded iron armour.
Bandit was disappointed that his party members were cut down so quickly by the adventurer. Then Bandit felt something drop inside him, then a clawing sense of urgency. After witnessing the adventurer slaughter the bandits, he feared for his life. Bandit felt the urge to preserve himself, to stay alive. He didn't want to fight the adventurer, but it was the law of the bandits – kill the intruder. Kill him now. Bandit did not want to die. He wanted to explore those majestic mountains. He wanted to understand why he was given this gift of life. But the adventurer was now running in Bandit's direction.
Bandit remained silent. The adventurer paced towards Bandit. Both men had their weapons ready. They stood on the ridge that overlooked the camp, staring at each other. The adventurer couldn't have been aware of Bandit's recent revelations. Could he? To him Bandit Outlaw was just another enemy, another bandit outlaw. The adventurer eyed him closely, examining every inch of his body, like a predator peering into the soul of its prey before the death blow. There was nothing stopping the adventurer from killing the bandit.
Bandit could feel his being shudder with fear. He stood in awe of the living legend who seemed to gaze into his soul. He felt the contrast between the adventurer's understanding and his own. Bandit was new to this concept of 'life' and now 'the living one' was standing face to face with him. The entire universe seemed bent on killing this adventurer. Why was he so important? The bandit could now see that the adventurer was a nord. He had icy blue eyes and long light-brown hair. His face was old and weathered. It was like peering into the spirit of a great beast.
The adventurer dropped down into a crouch position and moved slowly around Bandit, his back now facing the adventurer. Bandit felt the adventurer's hands lift objects from his person. He was felt slightly lighter than before. The adventurer stood up and faced Bandit for the last time. His mace was now replaced with the Bandit Outlaw Leader's iron battle axe. Somehow during the fight the adventurer must have looted his comrade's corpse. The adventurer stood in a wide stance in front of Bandit, the battle axe menacing. The adventurer wanted to execute Bandit and nothing was going to stop him.
The mountain goat entered the camp again and moved towards the campfire, like always. The goat caught the attention of the adventurer, leaving Bandit alone on the ridge. The adventurer shot flames at the goat, which caused it to bolt away from the camp. The adventurer ran towards the standing stones near the river in pursuit of the goat.
