The Wild Land
It was clear what was going on now; these were bandits. Natives of the land of demons, and certainly not ones that brought a warm welcome.
Nonetheless, with the weakened control over his body he held, he moved his lips, "--Jiao!"
"--!"
The bandits jumped back from the blue-eyed man just as a burst of embers exploded into the scene, bringing with it the "Crimson Swordsman" who manifested with his flaming greatsword already swinging forth.
"Ganging up on one man, using a blowgun, then trying to take him for all he's worth–good for nothing bandits can turn to ash!" Jiao called out with a burning smile.
The [SR] rarity familiar was as fiery as always as a single swing of his sword cast a wave of fire that chewed through the intrusive foliage in the way, catching onto the bandits' clothes as they panicked and flailed.
"Ahhh!" The wolf-faced bandit let out as his fur caught fire.