The four bandits didn't wait for a signal. They moved as one.
Gorm, the Orc-kin, roared, swinging his massive, double-headed axe in a horizontal arc that was wide enough to chop a tree in one swing. It was a killing blow, designed to take Leo's head off his shoulders.
Simultaneously, the Swordsman lunged low, aiming his long sword at Leo's gut. The Brawler threw a haymaker at Leo's jaw, and the Spearman thrust his spear tip straight for Leo's heart.
It was a coordinated move. One thing was certain, the Blackfang Bandits were not your brainless brutes. They left Leo nowhere to dodge. No space to retreat.
Leo stood perfectly still. His hands were clasped casually behind his back. He watched the weapons coming at him with a look of mild curiosity.
[System Alert: Hostile Intent Detected.]
To the bandits watching, it looked like a blur.
Gorm's axe sliced through the air exactly where Leo's neck had been a fraction of a second before.
