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One of them charges the dynast with his saber raised high. He gets a face full of fire for his troubles as Jet points the firewand at him without looking and pulls the trigger. As his screams of agony are drowned out by the roaring blaze his head has become Jet's other hand moves autonomously to the pouch of firedust and takes it to reload the weapon. It happens so fast with one fluid motion that the bandits don't even see it happen. Sometimes the supernatural dexterity flowing in his fingers comes in handy. The other two goons are frozen, forcing their leader to make a move. He swings wide but Jet side-steps him, then rolls over his back as he stumbles. He fires at one of the gawking bandits and moves onto the other. He tries to run but the infernal simply trips him, causing the poor fellow to fall right on top of his own sword belly first. Another fluid reload later he points his wand at the last man standing.
"I take it back. That was no trouble at all. Put down your arms."
The two girls watch as the thug puts his horse-chopper down and Ena speaks up.
"Y-Your brother is quite astounding for a mortal."
"Y-Yeah..."
As he watches the dynast kick his weapon away the bandit begins pleading.
"Please! Spare me! I have a family y'know! I only took up a life of crime so they wouldn't starve."
"Yeah, and you took up banditry and made a gang comprised solely of struggling family heads. A likely story. On your knees or I shoot."
"Hey. Nice job Jet. I uh, didn't know you were this good at fighting."
"We're cut from the same cloth aren't we?"
"True. Anyway, what do we do with him?"
Jet readied his weapon and the man cowed in fear. But he simply unloaded the armament before holstering it.
"We take him with us. Find a nearby settlement and hand him over to the local authorities. They probably terrorized the populace there as well. Let them dispense proper justice."
"Would be easier to just kill him."
"True. But we're representatives of the Realms culture. We should be better than these barbarians. So we'll do this properly."
"Sigh... I am NOT gonna hunt just to feed him."
The three of them bound up the bandit's leader and tied him to the cart before stripping whatever they could from the remains of those they ravaged, which wasn't much but it did yield a few weapons of frankly terrible quality and some silver coinage, either local or Guild currency. It was nothing terribly interesting to be frank, and one can’t expect much more than this from mere thugs. Jet was more interested in his sister as she was cleaning her dirtied jade armaments and Ena who was reading one of her scrolls while he was busy clearing things out.
