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rocks, while those on foot circled and protected the caravan of cargo mules. Bazur realized the flaw in the royal guards’ actions and started to run towards the caravan. While Bazur ran, he watched the royal guards riding towards the rock outcroppings. As he had feared, there were traps set for the horsemen. When the horses neared the rocks, the ground gave out below them and the horses and their royal guard riders fell into pits filled with spikes. The royal guards, who hadn’t yet reached the rocks, quickly turned their mounts and rode around the traps. But their numbers were falling fast. From two dozen, the number of able bodied warriors able to fight was already less than half that and the fighting had barely started.
    As the sandpits claimed their victims, a second wave of attackers jumped up from holes in the sand and rushed the remaining guards and riders with the caravan. Bazur was still far enough away from the caravan that he was behind several of the second wave of attackers. As they rushed in to attack, Bazur sped up and started his own attack.
    Bazur swiftly came up behind one bandit and stabbed him in the back. Bazur then threw his war scythe into a bandit that was closing in on the caravan.
    Two of the bandits turned and charged back at Bazur.
    Without slowing down, Bazur drew his sword, his orc heart clamoring for blood as he ran towards the two bandits. As they grew close, Bazur leapt into the air and landed a flying kick on one of the bandits while swinging his sword at the other bandit. His kick caught the surprised bandit in the chest, sending him sprawling while the other bandit was able to block his sword, which almost made him grunt in approval. These two were proving to be admirable warriors worthy to fight an orc. As he landed on his feet, Bazur delivered a quick, hard, vicious kick to the fallen bandit’s groin. The bandit doubled over in excruciating pain. Bazur pivoted and ducked under the attack of the second bandit. As the bandit’s sword sliced air, Bazur struck him in the chest. Bazur then brought his sword down on the neck of the first bandit, finishing him off.
    While Bazur fought with the bandits on his side of the caravan, the bandits on the other side reached the remaining royal guards. However, with Bazur stopping the one group before they could attack, the remaining royal guards were all able to turn to the other side and defend their flank. No longer surrounded, the royal guards were able to fight off the bandits.
    As quickly as the attack came it was over. The remaining bandits in the rock outcroppings had disappeared, fleeing into the badlands before the mounted royal guards could get to them, and the bandits closest to the caravan were all dead.
    Bazur pulled his spear from the back of the bandit and slowly walked up the caravan.
    “Thank you, stranger. If you hadn’t intervened, I don’t know if we would’ve survived the attack,” said one of the royal guards.
    “Yes, a very well planned out and coordinated attack. Not the normal, cowardly bandit activity,” said Bazur. “These men were true warriors, a good test of my blade.”
    “I’ll say,” said another guard. “I’ve never seen such an attack. They came out of nowhere. If you hadn’t whistled, it would’ve been even worse. I can’t imagine why so many bandits were involved in attacking this caravan. It is not that rich.”
    “Perhaps they were hired to attack it. Besides Angora, who has goods in this caravan?” asked Bazur.
    “I don’t know all of the cargo, but mostly it is Draishan wine and jewelry headed for the markets in Azmarin. I didn’t know Angora had cargo in this caravan. His goods and the jewelry are likely the most valuable items. Most of the wine is from the Grunta farm, and the jewelry is from an assortment of Draishan artisans. I saw it being loaded, and for the most part, I wouldn’t say its anything special,” said the first royal guard.
    Bazur did the math. There had been at least