As soon as the first spear poked over the hilltops ahead, Menkar had begun walking towards the deadly army. An army of villagers had begun assembling behind him, but he was keen on giving these bandits a warning. He could sense that the army behind him was scared for him, but he had no fears of death anymore. As the first bandits approached him, he shouted in a commanding, but still shaky voice. "Petty thieves, I am the elder of the village, and I am giving you your only warning. Leave us at peace or we will kill every single one of you." The voice was very difficult to make, and he worried he may have given hints of his true self in between words. The lead bandits looked at each other and laughed, and one walked forward, his axe ready to behead the "village elder" before him. Menkar laughed internally at how heavily telegraphed the attack was, and when the bandit swung it at him, he released his cane, which stayed upright due to the metal spike planted in the ground, and grabbed the axe with both hands, leaving the two of them locked together.

"Rule number one..." Menkar said in a frail voice as he kicked the bandit before him in the groin. The bandit loosened his grip as he winced pain, allowing Menkar to seize his axe. Then he spoke again, not in the frail voice of an old man, but in the deep, commanding voice of a hardened warrior. "[i]Never underestimate[/i] your opponent!" Feinting an attack to the bandit's right hip, he quickly changed his target to the neck, cutting the bandit's head clean off. As the corpse tumbled to the ground, Menkar tossed the axe aside, and removed his hood, revealing the unforgiving face of a man who appeared to be in his late 20's, with dark cyan hair, pointed ears, and red irises with black slits. Lifting his cane into the air, he pointed the metal spike at the dumbfounded bandits, and yelled out a single word to the villagers behind him.

"ATTACK!"