Dagan’s gaze swept across the faces the seven men that stand before him. It doesn’t matter to him that they have the numbers. They were all killer wanted for the murder of farm hand that had the audacity to say no to their stealing. They hung that poor boy while chopping at his body with hand axes. Three weeks of tracking them through woods, rivers, and swamps, now here they are his quarry “You should have stopped looking for us back in Iron Hall. Now we’re going to string you up, but this time they’ll be nobody around to find your corps.” The leader says with grin.
“Come then if you think you can.”
Two of them lung for his arms from either side of him. But he’s much faster than they are. Clinching his left fist activates the energy shield in his gauntlet, while drawing his saber he punches the one on his left shattering his jaw spaying teeth and blood on the ground. The other is moving to fast to duck as Dagan’s saber slashes his throat. Dagan simply steps aside letting the brigand fall behind him. “You’ll pay for that,” another shouts as he draws an axe and begins swinging wildly. Dagan performs a simple parry and counter stepping off to his left making a slash across both the lateral meniscus and lateral collateral ligaments. This drops him like a sack of proverbial potato’s. Unable to get to his feet and bleeding badly his begins crawling away. Dagan turn’s to face the other four. “Come on then we can take him if all attack at the same time.” the leader says trying to muster their confidence.
“He’s wrong you are all going to die today and there’s nothing any of you can do now to change that.”
“Shut up and die dog!”
They rush him. He clinches his fist again while pointing it at two the killers releasing a blast of blue energy that knocks them away snaping one their necks and causing the others ribs to implode. He spins right while tumbling forward to come up behind the leader. As his graceful almost dance like movement brings him back to an upright stance, he thrusts his saber into his guts. He twists then slices outward and up catching the last remaining fugitive under shoulder removing his arm entirely.
He does not relish these kills they were not worthy of his skills, but justice was demanded and so it was given. He took all their heads back to Beth’noria the small hamlet they committed their murder and put them on spikes in the town square. He then hung a sign that just stated, “Justice for the farm boy.” After which he moved on never asking for payment nor praise, it was his sworn duty as a Dregar, which is a Druss who has sworn an oath of conscience. His silver fur tussled in the light cool breeze as the sun set behind him walking toward his next challenge wherever that may be.
