"RAAAAAAAH!"
Hector roared, swinging his sword at two bandits who were mocking him, while the rest watched.
He felt his consciousness fading from the powder he exhaled, but he bit down on his tongue hard—forcing himself to stay awake.
"Soyo, Keed! What are you doing? Hurry up and finish the guy!" one of the other bandits who were watching shouted in annoyance.
"I'm trying! But the guy is somehow resisting the drug!" Soyo shouted back, blocking Hector's strike.
"Tch, screw it then." His partner, Keed, lost patience and decided to get serious.
He activated his Skill and dashed toward Hector, aiming his dagger straight at the knight's abdomen. It pierced through the gap in Hector's armor. He groaned and coughed blood as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his wound.
"Are you crazy?! We were told to knock them out, not kill them!" his partner Soyo yelled in fury.
The guy shrugged. "Who cares?"
