Valerian was quick on his feet, and he was overwhelming the bandits. However, the mages had almost hit him with a few spells. The young man in the priest habit did not seem to have any killing intention against them and was cautious about causing damage to the surroundings.
However, the bandits were relentless; they did not care about anything that lay in their path and left destruction in their wake. Valerian did not hesitate in injuring the bandits heavily, but he made sure to leave them alive. The bandit leader lost his cool and jumped off the horse.
This crude guy was a warrior, or this entire group of bandits comprised warriors and mages. Valerian could swear that this was the most glorious bandit gang he had ever known to exist. No wonder the people were so scared of them.