Robert tore the axe out of the bandit's skull. He couldn't stand still, not now. He gripped the axe with fingers turned white as he lunges at the closest bandit. His foot stomps down as hips turn and the axe swings. The bandit looks behind, possibly due to a sixth sense, yet it is too late as iron cuts through his mouth, cheeks, and into his skull behind. Robert takes the axe out as a quick "Thank you" comes from the man he saved. He's scanning the field when two men come at him, one with a spear and the other with a sword.
A spear thrusts while a sword cleaves. Robert twists his chest and while moving the axe between him and the sword. Iron screeches as sword greets axe. The spear pierces through air and into the body, under the floating rib and just beside Robert's stomach. The swordsman forced their sword's edge close and closer to Robert's face. The blade glimmered in the dewy light as it started to press against his cheek. "Kill this fucker already!" one barks, "I'm trying", the other snaps.
A sudden jolt of the knee plants itself between the swordsman's legs. The swordsman keels at the hips while the spear disimpales Robert with a forceful tug. He goes for another thrust aimed now for the heart. A quick smack sends the spear off to the side and Robert's fist dislocates their jaw.
Robert flips the axe head and shoves it into the neck. Gurgles are the last sound the spearman will utter. Turning around he is met with a sword strike from down low. The sword cuts through the left thigh until it stops at the femur. Crimson blood with gold flakes leak from the wound.
Sword leaves the thigh wound and circles into an overhead. *Cling* Sparks fly as it clashes against the axe's head. Another circle forces residual blood to splatter off the blade as it goes for the neck. *Thunk* The sword cuts into the axe's shaft as wood splinters around the strike. A forceful pull saws the axe deeper as the blade slithers and aims. A step forward followed by swinging the hips and thrusting the arms flings the point forth.
The axe is too slow to halt its advance and so the blade pierces through flesh and bone. Between the third and fourth rib and all the way through, down to the hilt. The lung is torn and bleeding as blood fills its cavity. The Swordsman gives a smirk of satisfaction as he pulls out the blade. Or he tries to pull as he is halfway done when a whistling sound is heard and an arrow is lodged into his throat. He lets go of the sword, stumbles back some steps, then falls back; dead.
Robert looks over to where the arrow came from. A Ms. Rebecca Knee Gale stands tall with her giant bow. He gives her a quick thumbs up before his legs buckle and he falls forward. He's asleep before hitting the ground.