Blake went sprawling backwards as a bandit came out of the darkness and hit him. He steadied himself and lashed out with his foot, slamming a heavy hiking boot into the man as he approached again. His assailant wasn't hurt significantly but he was knocked off-balance, which was enough. Blake used the wall behind him to stand up rapidly and charged the man, grabbing onto his head by the eyes and forcing it down to meet his raised knee. He screamed in agony and Blake took the opportunity to kick his legs and get him onto the ground and then stamp and kick the man until he was unconscious. He preferred to get along by his own when he could but the man had attacked him and had clear intention to at least beat him enough to steal his stuff and possibly kill him. He made sure that the bandit was unconscious and then looked over his belongings, finding little. The man had no weapons, medicine, food or anything of the sort except for $200. He took the money and put it into his satchel, depositing it in the previously empty section of the bag he used for money, a pouch accessible from what seemed to be a broken part of the lining.

Trying to get far away from any possible allies of the man, Blake briskly walked out of the building and into the street, trying to find somewhere more suitable for shelter and some more supplies.