Edward of the bellows

As he walked along four people came out of the woods. "Oi there nobleman, surrender your goods. That's a rare foreign blade ain't it." Ed looked at his blade. A medium length blade, with a pair of oval power stones visible at the cross guard. He paused and went, tch. "Of course, even on my home continent that would be a dead giveaway. Less valuable but still." He said before continuing forwards. "Oi! Asshole stay still!" The man in some leather and bark shouted. Ed looked at him, pausing, sighing and continuing. Suddenly his hand snapped out and stopped above his thigh, holding an arrow. He sighed again and looked up at a tree which had an archer in it with a short bow. One who blinked in absolute terror that a man had caught her arrow, aimed at his thigh, in his bare hand.

All the bandits realized that as he clenched his fist and the arrow snapped. "You know on Terastria I have to deal with bullets. They go much faster and-" There was a clatter as another arrow hit a clear barrier that Edward didn't even move for, flying in from behind him and to his left. "Six of you?" Edward asked. "I'm so fucking done with this shit." He sounded incredibly livid. In a moment both archers fell as telekinetically controlled knives went through their chests. A faint snap from the speed of the knives. Two more struck the bandits on the edge of the path. In a moment his blade was drawn, none of the bandits able to track the act of Edward doing so, and none able to spot when it dug into the one who had threatened him an instant later. Edward wasn't even touching the ground, airborne when he came to a stop. Five out of six down, one terrified woman left falling to her knees and actually pissing herself in terror. Edward pulled the blade out having put down his legs to keep himself from falling over. He looked at the last woman and stared down at her. He saw the puddle forming and stared before a swing of his blade moved the blood off of it onto the ground in front of her. Edward put his blade away and sighed. "Well, you're pitiful. I'll be nice." He said as he reached into his pocket. "Your friends are dead, their possessions should be yours." He handed over some copper pieces. "Take these, you're too pitiful to kill, right now. If I never see you threatening anyone again, you'll continue to live. You only have to hide away for a few days before I come back to the area. I doubt I'll come this way again." The woman sobbed and wheezed in fear. Just sitting still. Ed just tossed the coins at her, two hitting her and one hitting the dirt. "If not, spend the coins on something nice. If nothing else, you know your end will be quick." Four knives floated through the air, spinning off their blood in front of the panicked woman spraying her in some gore. Edward then moved his cloak wide so the blades landed in four small dagger sheathes on his body before putting up his hood again.

As he walked along four people came out of the woods. "Oi there nobleman, surrender your goods. That's a rare foreign blade ain't it." Ed looked at his blade. A medium length blade, with a pair of oval power stones visible at the cross guard. He paused and went, tch. "Of course, even on my home continent that would be a dead giveaway. Less valuable but still." He said before continuing forwards. "Oi! Asshole stay still!" The man in some leather and bark shouted. Ed looked at him, pausing, sighing and continuing. Suddenly his hand snapped out and stopped above his thigh, holding an arrow. He sighed again and looked up at a tree which had an archer in it with a short bow. One who blinked in absolute terror that a man had caught her arrow, aimed at his thigh, in his bare hand.

All the bandits realized that as he clenched his fist and the arrow snapped. "You know on Terastria I have to deal with bullets. They go much faster and-" There was a clatter as another arrow hit a clear barrier that Edward didn't even move for, flying in from behind him and to his left. "Six of you?" Edward asked. "I'm so fucking done with this shit." He sounded incredibly livid. In a moment both archers fell as telekinetically controlled knives went through their chests. A faint snap from the speed of the knives. Two more struck the bandits on the edge of the path. In a moment his blade was drawn, none of the bandits able to track the act of Edward doing so, and none able to spot when it dug into the one who had threatened him an instant later. Edward wasn't even touching the ground, airborne when he came to a stop. Five out of six down, one terrified woman left falling to her knees and actually pissing herself in terror. Edward pulled the blade out having put down his legs to keep himself from falling over. He looked at the last woman and stared down at her. He saw the puddle forming and stared before a swing of his blade moved the blood off of it onto the ground in front of her. Edward put his blade away and sighed. "Well, you're pitiful. I'll be nice." He said as he reached into his pocket. "Your friends are dead, their possessions should be yours." He handed over some copper pieces. "Take these, you're too pitiful to kill, right now. If I never see you threatening anyone again, you'll continue to live. You only have to hide away for a few days before I come back to the area. I doubt I'll come this way again." The woman sobbed and wheezed in fear. Just sitting still. Ed just tossed the coins at her, two hitting her and one hitting the dirt. "If not, spend the coins on something nice. If nothing else, you know your end will be quick." Four knives floated through the air, spinning off their blood in front of the panicked woman spraying her in some gore. Edward then moved his cloak wide so the blades landed in four small dagger sheathes on his body before putting up his hood again.