Escort Services [Mission]

Some people were just trying to make an honest living, and that was something that Alek respected. He was a guardian at heart, someone that protected others, and so he knew how it felt to just want to be able to make sure everything was above the level. There were jobs that were bobbing at just about the level, like the merchant that he was being paid to protect here today, whereas the people that he was allegedly running from were the absolute opposite. 

No good was to come of them, they were bandits just like the ones that he'd had to remove with Aulus the other day. He had hoped that he would have been able to get rid of at least some of the bandit population after Aulus got rid of the men and he burnt the camp down to the ground, but some people just never got the hint, and so he was out here today, carrying on putting a dent in the population.

Alek had been forced to get used to riding horses in his journeys across the globe, since there were many places that he couldn't have reached by just walking, and yet today he felt especially vulnerable sheerly because of the fact that he was having to ride a horse into the fray. The man that he was protecting was a travelling salesman, and so he needed to keep up with the man whilst fighting the guys who were after him. 

He had suggested stopping until the bandits were taken care of, but apparently that wasn't an option. Something about "scheduling" and "need to make hay whilst the sun shines" but if you asked him, it was just a tonne of bullshit to keep the man making as much money as absolutely possible. the prices were already criminal, did he have to risk their necks doing this as well? 

Travelling across the wastes, they had barely gotten five miles outside of the city before the bandits struck. A group of five men, all armed with what seemed to be daggers. The amount of bandits with daggers seemed to cast aspersions on how lucrative the bandit-ing business could really be since they could only afford cheap shit. Now, since the men had shown themselves, he had no reason to keep up with the caravan, and waved the man on his way before beginning to take care of the "dust" that plagued the poor man.

400/500

What these guys had clearly expected was some little old man that wouldn't be able to hold his own. However, what they had absolutely not expected was a fully grown Fanalis charging down on horse back across the sandy dunes. They were already scattering before he'd even dived off of his horse onto the first one. The sheer weight alone was likely what killed him, since he refused to get up even after Alek took his weight off the damnable man's body. Well, four down, four to go. 

Turning around, his throat seemed to open like one giant chasm to his vocal chords, only amplifying the noise that came out of him like one giant wind tunnel. There was no word that was screamed, it was instead just a noise. No other way to describe it, it was horrific and angry, and clearly enough to cause a few leakages in the other men, as well as the obvious forced retreat. By forced retreat, I of course mean powerful force slamming them across the ground and face first into a dune. Because, hey, that is how the Fanalis do. 

Three down, two left. Unfortunately, these two were annoyingly over-confident. One charged him, slashing with his dagger across the hidden wrist of his right arm. However, with the sound of metal and the glinting light of steel underneath the leather, it was clear this was the wrong move to make. A single instant later, and the bone in his face was crumpling from Fanalis-powered metal slamming him in the middle of his nose, letting him fall backwards, off his feet and on his ass, clutching at his broken nose. Only the supposed leader left now. 

500/500

The final man was already running, his spirit broken by seeing his friends and compatriots slaughtered like particularly unpleasant sheep in front of him. Picking up the dagger of one of the fallen soldiers, Al had to trust his sight, his judgement, and his balance. A single toss was all he would get before he was too far away to aim properly. 

A single toss, it turned out,w as all that was needed as the knife fell straight between his ribs, cutting into his heart and causing him to trip and fall on his face, blood decorating the desert sands that surrounded the soon-to-be corpse. If there were any cries from the man, it was too weak and too far away for them to be heard properly.  

The only one left now, the bloody nosed one that he'd shown the wrath of god to was looking up at him, realizing that, logically, his fate was about to follow the fate of his brothers. Whilst that was logical, it seemed that Alek was more of a fan of being a decent person than being logical. Grabbing the man's arm, twisting it enough to cause serious pain but not enough to break the bone, he gave the terms of his surrender. 

"I want you to go join another bandit troupe. I want you to show them your broken nose, the tales of your idiot friends, and how I killed them. How I killed even the cowardly son of a bitch who tried to run to save his own skin. Either they stand down and let people live their lives however they want, or they die like dogs. Remember that."