The long walk home

[sterk]

The sun was slowly beginning to hide behind the tall trees that lined both sides of the road that Sterk had been traveling the pasted two hours. He sighed deeply as there was still no end in slight even after his long walk. Thinking back he tired to remember what the man had said about that this path through the woods would only take two hours, but suddenly he would slapped himself as he remember the man was a mail man and those guy ran everywhere. It's would seemed he hat misjudged this tripped back home. But it was now to late to turn around now so he sucked it up and continued the walk home. However his path would soon be blocked by three tall shadows; walking out three man would stand before him, each with a grin."Look boys our waiter is here. Look boy leave all your money here and there be no trouble ya hear." The middle and tallest man said as he walked toward Sterk popping his knuckles. Dropping his carrying bag next to himself; Sterk face would change to a bit of worry "Can we please not do this now. I really need this money, I also really don't feel like fighting you guys. So can I just go by whale you guys are still standing?" He asked but this seemed to hit a cord as the middle man turned angry as he pulled his fist back "You little smart ass!" He shouted just before punching Sterk in the face. Suddenly, however, the two other man would see their leader passed back by them as he flew through the air and landing ten feet behind them. None of them would have know what had just happen if it wasn't for the fact Sterk fist was still in the air. Standing straight up again the young man would remove his now broken sunglasses just before removing his tie. Slamming his fist into his open plam as his face turned to anger "Ok now I'm pissed. Who's next?" He would asked as he stood waiting.

[Erik]

Erik was taking a rest. He had already hunted down his foe for the day, and the resulting skin and meat were tucked away nicely. He still felt uncomfortable with what happened but the past was the past, he could only dwell on it for so long. Well, he was about to head back when he heard a rustling sound, then the sound of a few bandits accosting another traveler.

Well this won't do at all he thought to himself, slowly picking up his bow and crouching down. He moved slowly towards the commotion, careful to make as little noise as possible. He saw two men facing another, slamming his fist into his palm, he seemed to be clearly upset. It might be smart to leave the fight as is, but Erik felt compelled to help.

Setting himself up in a nearby bush, he armed himself with bow and arrow, he aimed his shot and hit a marksman-boosted shot in the leg of one of the other bandits. Nothing to kill with, but enough to cripple. He then emerged from the bushes, bow slung over his shoulder.

He smirked, noticing a third bandit on the ground. "Room for one more? I don't believe the pleasantries have been exchanged yet, which means the party has yet to begin." He put the bow down and drew his sword. He looked to his side, at the man beside him. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. I'd hate to think I just shot your business partners."

[sterk]

Sterk was a bit surprised as he watched a arrow shoot from the trees to hit one of the bandits leg crippling him. taking a step back he would watch as a fifth person would join the little road party however this one seemed to be on his side. Adding his own smirk he would nodded his head "By all means do what you want. My business with them is over." said as he begin to turn and walk back to his bag when he heard the shouting behind him from the down bandit. "YOU LITTLE'S BRATS! You think we're let's you go after this." the man yelled as he pulled out a whistler and blew into it. "Now it over. Reinforcement are their wa....!" would all Sterk would allow out before throwing his frying pan and the man head, hitting a bull eye. "I really do hate violence." turning to the man next to him "The pleasantries have to wait. Hope your ready." Raising his fist at the sounds of foot steps could be heard coming! Grabbing a large rock from the side of the road Sterk waited and toss it at the first few men that enter the road.

[Erik]

Erik removed his hood and face mask, giving a dramatic pose and a smile. "Well then, the game is afoot. En Garde!" He was nothing if not dramatic. He swung his sword back and forth, looking like a fool, but a fool who knew what he was doing. He knew his swordplay, he just didn't quite take the situation seriously.

"A rock? Crude, but effective. By the way, nice shot with the frying pan, though it would have been more effective, and humorous, if you just whacked him in the head. But I digress. En Garde!...again." He began to move his feet toward the still-functioning member of the original three. If he pulled a weapon, so be it. If not, this would be over quickly.

[sterk]

Busy with his own little fight Sterk could only listen to other man as he fought with his opponents. Dodging a punch then grabbing the attacker arm and throwing the man thought the air as if he weight nothing at all, Sterk would follow this with his own attack as he punched a man in the face sending him flying back into the other bandits. However he would soon be forced back as other began attacking with swords. "I admit that it is a little crude but then again as long as they go down and don't get back up dose it really matter how it's done?" said as he fell backward rolling over the, now down and out leader, and grabbing his frying pan before rolling back to his feet. "Well then let's see how whacking them goes." Sterk would rush past a man before landing a hard hit to the back of the man head.

[Erik]

Apparently there was no drawing of weapons. How unfortunate. Well, since Sterk seemed to be taking care of himself, Erik decided to have a little fun.

The bandit seemed to be a little intimidated and fearful from the fact that Erik had a potentially fatal weapon. But Erik didn't kill other humans. Or the other sentient races for that matter. Instead he dodged a punch and made a solid cut in the man's leg.

"I do believe that will do for you. Hmm, aha!" He found his way to an armed enemy and began a little exercise in fencing. Despite swordplay being his secondary form of fighting, he found this man's talent lacking. "Haha! Parry, dodge, and slice." A nice gash on the man's dominant arm and he quickly found himself recoiling.

"Well, that seems to be most everyone. Anyone up for round 2?" he asked, standing there proud.

[sterk]

Left, right, step, forward! These words ranged in Sterk head as he dodged and weaved in and out of the swords and dagger flying around his head. The bandits seemed to know little of the use of weapons other then just swing and hope you hit something. Using his speed Sterk easily moved in close and Slamming a fist into the first man face knocking him out cold on the ground he then moved low sweeping the second man legs out from him before finishing him off with the frying pan. Standing up and straightening his tie he looked over to other man "Well That's was fun. How about we end this before someone gets... really...Hu..." he cut himself off as he looked down seeing the red beginning the move over his pant leg. As a last attempt to win the down bandit slabbed his dagger into Sterk leg, however this had a another reaction then with most. As he grabbed the man, picking him up off the ground, rage now filling his eyes. "That's really HURT!!" he yelled as he throw the man up into the air into tree tops and out of sight. However his sect seemed to returned to him after this little show as he looked over the the swordsman "Aww damn it, I did it again! You think he ok, or at least alive?" said as he ran his hand troughs his hair almost forgetting about the blade in his leg.

[Erik]

Erik had just finished subduing the last of his share of the silly bandits who had really bad form. No chance against the dextrous lithe nature of Erik. What really caught the eye was the fact that his ally had just thrown a man a distance that he probably should not have been able to.

"You know, somehow I think he'll live what in goddess name was that?" His expression shifted midway through as he seamlessly shifted from one sentence to the next without pause. "I mean, that was impressive and all but typically such feats are done with the and the how did you pull that off? And why are you bleeding?" Erik took a deep breath and calmed himself a bit, setting down his small bag and pulling out some basic medical supplies. "Let me see the wound, I can't heal it, but I can patch it up before you bleed out." Erik punched a bandit who was getting too close and continued his work.