Still as a maiden, swift as a frightened hare.
The savage-looking bandits were no match for the Ink Guards. By the time the Ink Guards, mounted on their warhorses, were within ten paces, the bandits had only just begun to react—their attention had been entirely fixed on the woman before them.
As the cold steel flashed, the bandits let out a chorus of miserable shrieks. In no time, a pile of corpses lay strewn about in every direction. The remaining fifty or so men scrambled into a defensive circle, but they were in such a state of panic they couldn't even keep a firm grip on their scimitars, let alone put up a fight against the battle-hardened Ink Guards.
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