Spring 9th, 3rd Bell 515 A.v
Having just freshly left The Rearing Stallion; Holland made his way here immediately. Carrying with him nothing but his typical possessions, and they consisted of, Declan the horse, A compass, A map of the cobalt mountains, His back-and-breast armor and his steel rapier along with its scabbard. Having not a doubt in his mind that he would find the first bandit; hopefully in a time effective manner. Simply walking about with his right hand placed upon the shaft of the rapiers hilt. The pappen-heimer guard shone with luminescence; having been gifted such light by the sun. Glimmering light radiating from the weapons pommel. Looking about for any sign of anyone who happened to have been in the area. Unable to find any telltale signs for now; other then having heard several rustles in the bushes. Although he figured it was nothing; maybe a simple breeze. It was much more then some breeze; yet, he wasn't quite aware of what it was. Holland carries on as per usual as if he'd heard absolutely nothing. Not knowing exactly what the bandit had in store for him for now. Devious and quite the adept individual with remaining hidden; the bandit continues to prowl about through the bush. Simply observing and tracking Hollands movements; paying close attention to the way he walked. The very beautiful rapier he carried.
Regardless of just how much noise Holland heard; he carried on. Simply looking around for signs that someone was near-by him; yet, he couldn't quite find anything. In his first attempt to investigate something, and track someone he wasn't doing quite well at all. Although he began to realize he sees large still freshly wet prints in the soil. Yet, he pays them no mind and dismisses them as being no more then animal tracks. Yet, he becomes motionless for a moment; in a grim revelation. Left shocked and at awe with one of the foot prints in particular. One which faced his direction; evidently it was a shoe print. It had grooves still freshly left in the soil; it had to have been fresh. There was still a small amount of water left within the print; rain came not too long ago. Meaning that whoever made the print was coming in the direction he was headed in. That scared Holland to all hell; his paranoia only increased. He became more and more fearful of his surroundings by the chime; what if the bandit was near him now? Where would he run; how could he possibly run? Which direction would he turn in; then again he came to realize something. His mission wasn't to escape; it was to defeat the bandits regardless of how much stronger they are then him. Therefore running became a non-factor; because he couldn't do it.
He simply had to win; winning had to be his focus and his objective at any and all times. Now Holland hears rustling; rumbling and several ticks later he hears the snapping of branches. They were upon the ground and several of them were suddenly split in two. The spring breeze rolls in and provides him with a reassuring temporal serenity. Before just as suddenly as he thought he was just being paranoid a male appeared. He appeared to have stood approximately 6 feet two inches tall. Holland continues to examine the other man; noticing that he had no weapon in his hands. He had a rather large build; as if he had built his body for quite some time prior to becoming a fighter. The opposer had to have been very skilled; with the way he simply maneuvered through the bush like it was a second nature to him. He didn't speak a single word; therefore Holland did the talking. Holland proceeds to ask the other male a series of questions that would help determine something. Rather or not this was the man that attacked the elderly woman and her son earlier in the day.
Just encase the opposer decided upon springing a sudden attack; Holland grasps hold of the shaft of his rapier. Clenching it in a strangulation hold; so tight that creaking sounds came from the sheer pressure of his flesh upon the steel. The sound erupting from the weapon was obviously heard by the opposer. As he simply reacted for a moment by staggering a bit. Having to catch his own balance from being prepared to suddenly charge. Holland goes on to part his lips; revealing his pearly white teeth. In order to ask the first of the series of questions which would tell him the truth about the opponent. Firstly; Holland wished to intimidate the opponent with his stance. Holland thinks to himself
" If I look confident enough I can scare him and make him think I am some sort of incredible swordsman. Although I am not perhaps he will believe it. The man is dressed in black and I cannot fully see what it is he has beneath that garment; yet, his muscles are bulging and are much larger then mine are. Let me begin with this.
The first question is asked by Holland, only to be answered with a short reply. Hollands first question to the opposer was rather simplistic and yet, odd.
Do you plan on leaving these woods alive?
Grim; shocking and absolutely terrifyingly the bandit responds with a nod of his head. Gritting his teeth; before grinning, and the absolutely terrifying sight of rotting teeth was revealed to Holland. As if the man hadn't at all had proper hygiene a day in his life. Disgusted; Holland uses every single bit of strength he has in his body in order to resist gagging. This man was a savage; if this is what a Bandit looked like? Then Holland surely didn't want to see either of the other two Bandits. Suddenly; the moment Holland least expected it the Bandit replies.
"It is you, who will leave these woods without a sword; without the clothes on your back. Without your shiny armor, and without your boots. Perhaps if you have anything else with you then I'll go forth with taking those away from you as well!" The bandit begins a swift charge forward; directly into Hollands range.
Having just freshly left The Rearing Stallion; Holland made his way here immediately. Carrying with him nothing but his typical possessions, and they consisted of, Declan the horse, A compass, A map of the cobalt mountains, His back-and-breast armor and his steel rapier along with its scabbard. Having not a doubt in his mind that he would find the first bandit; hopefully in a time effective manner. Simply walking about with his right hand placed upon the shaft of the rapiers hilt. The pappen-heimer guard shone with luminescence; having been gifted such light by the sun. Glimmering light radiating from the weapons pommel. Looking about for any sign of anyone who happened to have been in the area. Unable to find any telltale signs for now; other then having heard several rustles in the bushes. Although he figured it was nothing; maybe a simple breeze. It was much more then some breeze; yet, he wasn't quite aware of what it was. Holland carries on as per usual as if he'd heard absolutely nothing. Not knowing exactly what the bandit had in store for him for now. Devious and quite the adept individual with remaining hidden; the bandit continues to prowl about through the bush. Simply observing and tracking Hollands movements; paying close attention to the way he walked. The very beautiful rapier he carried.
Regardless of just how much noise Holland heard; he carried on. Simply looking around for signs that someone was near-by him; yet, he couldn't quite find anything. In his first attempt to investigate something, and track someone he wasn't doing quite well at all. Although he began to realize he sees large still freshly wet prints in the soil. Yet, he pays them no mind and dismisses them as being no more then animal tracks. Yet, he becomes motionless for a moment; in a grim revelation. Left shocked and at awe with one of the foot prints in particular. One which faced his direction; evidently it was a shoe print. It had grooves still freshly left in the soil; it had to have been fresh. There was still a small amount of water left within the print; rain came not too long ago. Meaning that whoever made the print was coming in the direction he was headed in. That scared Holland to all hell; his paranoia only increased. He became more and more fearful of his surroundings by the chime; what if the bandit was near him now? Where would he run; how could he possibly run? Which direction would he turn in; then again he came to realize something. His mission wasn't to escape; it was to defeat the bandits regardless of how much stronger they are then him. Therefore running became a non-factor; because he couldn't do it.
He simply had to win; winning had to be his focus and his objective at any and all times. Now Holland hears rustling; rumbling and several ticks later he hears the snapping of branches. They were upon the ground and several of them were suddenly split in two. The spring breeze rolls in and provides him with a reassuring temporal serenity. Before just as suddenly as he thought he was just being paranoid a male appeared. He appeared to have stood approximately 6 feet two inches tall. Holland continues to examine the other man; noticing that he had no weapon in his hands. He had a rather large build; as if he had built his body for quite some time prior to becoming a fighter. The opposer had to have been very skilled; with the way he simply maneuvered through the bush like it was a second nature to him. He didn't speak a single word; therefore Holland did the talking. Holland proceeds to ask the other male a series of questions that would help determine something. Rather or not this was the man that attacked the elderly woman and her son earlier in the day.
Just encase the opposer decided upon springing a sudden attack; Holland grasps hold of the shaft of his rapier. Clenching it in a strangulation hold; so tight that creaking sounds came from the sheer pressure of his flesh upon the steel. The sound erupting from the weapon was obviously heard by the opposer. As he simply reacted for a moment by staggering a bit. Having to catch his own balance from being prepared to suddenly charge. Holland goes on to part his lips; revealing his pearly white teeth. In order to ask the first of the series of questions which would tell him the truth about the opponent. Firstly; Holland wished to intimidate the opponent with his stance. Holland thinks to himself
" If I look confident enough I can scare him and make him think I am some sort of incredible swordsman. Although I am not perhaps he will believe it. The man is dressed in black and I cannot fully see what it is he has beneath that garment; yet, his muscles are bulging and are much larger then mine are. Let me begin with this.
The first question is asked by Holland, only to be answered with a short reply. Hollands first question to the opposer was rather simplistic and yet, odd.
Do you plan on leaving these woods alive?
Grim; shocking and absolutely terrifyingly the bandit responds with a nod of his head. Gritting his teeth; before grinning, and the absolutely terrifying sight of rotting teeth was revealed to Holland. As if the man hadn't at all had proper hygiene a day in his life. Disgusted; Holland uses every single bit of strength he has in his body in order to resist gagging. This man was a savage; if this is what a Bandit looked like? Then Holland surely didn't want to see either of the other two Bandits. Suddenly; the moment Holland least expected it the Bandit replies.
"It is you, who will leave these woods without a sword; without the clothes on your back. Without your shiny armor, and without your boots. Perhaps if you have anything else with you then I'll go forth with taking those away from you as well!" The bandit begins a swift charge forward; directly into Hollands range.
