The wind howled and the snow danced through the freezing air. The path was narrow, and Hobbies had to watch his step as not to fall. He would probably survive the fall, but it would cost him some time to get back up, and time was crucial. He did not know when his enemies would move out again, but he had to get them before they did. It would shame him to duel with an exhausted warrior. There was nothing honorable about such duels. As he spun his thoughts, he noticed a small light farther up the mountain.
“That’s it, eh, their hideout.”
With his goal in sigh he quickened his pace and he
soon met the first lookouts.
“What do you want?” asked one of the lookout. “This is
White Fang territory.”
“Oh, it’s nothing big; I just heard that your boss is
supposed to be incredible, so I thought I’d challenge her to a duel.”
At first the lookouts seemed perplexed, then they gave a
hearty laugh.
“We’re bandits, not warriors. Why should we care about
such stupid things as duels?”
“So I take it I have to kill you guys until your boss
shows herself?”
“You’re welcome to try, but I assure you that we are
no pushover.”
One of the bandits readied his weapon and charged at
Hobbies, but Hobbies sidestepped and hit the bandit on the back of the head.
The bandit toppled and fell down the mountainside. Hobbies pulled his knife
from its sheath, and pointed it at the other lookout.
“You’re next, come at me.”
The bandit made a frightened expression took a few
steps back, turned and tried to run, but Hobbies was faster. He jumped towards
the fleeing bandit and stabbed his knife into the bandit’s leg. The bandit fell
and writhed in pain.
“You know,” said Hobbies. “This could have been a lot
less painful if you had just taken me to your boss.”
The bandit gasped in pain, tried to speak, but was too
shocked to actually say anything useful.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to go and break some
stuff.”
Hobbies pulled his knife out of the bandit’s leg and
held it to his throat.
“Goodbye Mister Bandit.”
The guardsman at the gate was leaning against the
wall, reading some kind of magazine when Hobbies knife pierced his heart. He
collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. Hobbies searched the gate for a
kind of opening mechanism, but was little successful.
“Well, nothing to do about it.”
Hobbies took a few steps back and channeled his magic
into his hands. He let it flow around his body and back into his hands. After a
few circulations he stepped towards the gate and pushed a wave of energy towards its center
The gate shattered with an explosive sound that likely alarmed every bandit in
the entire fortress. Hobbies walked into courtyard, grinning and ready to pick
a fight.
“This is going to be interesting.”
