Well, here it is.

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It had taken three days of tracking, but Matthew had finally found them. There was a group bandits that claimed to worship the Black God and have been causing all kinds of trouble. Taking them down would certainly be noticed by his father, especially since he was going alone. They were nothing but a bunch if uncivilized ruffians. How hard could it possibly be?

It didn't take long for the bandits to notice him. Walking down a road in shiny white armor wasn't exactly inconspicuous. The brigands began to gather at the entrance of the camp to face the incoming Holy Knight. However, they just kept gathering. Next thing Matthew knew there were fifty of them standing before him. Many them were armed with axes, maces, and warhammers; weapons that were ideal against an armored opponent. It was almost as if they were prepared for such an occurence.

One of the bandits stepped forward, presumably the leader.

"Are you so eager to meet the White God, Sir Knight?"

Matthew lifted Subjugator and leveled it toward the bandits.

"In the name of the White God, submit or be destroyed," Matthew shouted.

The bandit leader smirked and turned to his underlings, issuing a simple command.

"Kill him."

The tide of bandits fell upon Matthew. Tightening his grip on his weapon and shield he prepared himself to face the onslaught. He said a quick prayer asking the White God for strenght, and started swinging. 

Matthew didn't return to the temple in nearly as good of a condition as when he had left. His armor was battered, dented, and bloody and his helmet was missing. A swarm of priests rushed to him to help him down from his horse. When Matthew recounted to them what he had accomplished they lavished him with the blessings of the White God. His father, on the other hand, was still not easily impressed.

"You look atrocious," his father told him. 

"I vaquished the heretical bandits," Matthew told him.

"It took you an entire week?"

"It was a two day journey just to get there..."

"Then you should have been back in five. Where is your helmet?"

"It was dented in and obstructed my vision. I had to remove it."

"Clearly I didn't put enough emphasis on the importance of protecting your head."

"But, Father, I.."

"A Knight does not make excuses. Now go clean yourself up."

"Yes, sir."
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