Allanon smoothly slid one of his daggers from its bandoleer and into the ribcage of one of the archer. He swiftly pulled it out and moved onto the next one. While there was a reasonable amount of space to swing a sword in these circumstances the use of his daggers would be much quicker. He was all too familiar with this dance of death.

He saw an archer able to ready to take a shot, but Allanon wasted no time closing distance, drawing his sword, and slicing through the bow and beheading the archer. A small part of him hoped the bandits would recognize him and surrender or flee. A small part of him was tempted to declare his name and demand their surrender. These people had committed great evils, and the odds were they had no remorse whatsoever. If any of them surrendered of their own free will he would take them prisoner, otherwise, he was simply removing evil from this world.

He hated that thought though. He knew not everyone deserved a second chance, but he knew the power of second chances. He knew how important they were, and what it meant for him. He slid his dagger into the ribcage of another bandit, and continued forward with his sword with the singular purpose to rescue the prisoners.