A figure emerged from the haze at the far end of the street. He was a man built like a bull, his broad shoulders straining the seams of a black leather jerkin studded with iron rivets. A thick tangle of black beard framed a face etched with cruelty, a long scar running diagonally across one eye, adding a final touch of menace.
He was the bandit boss. Gresvin recognized him with a jolt, and the air around him was completely different compared to the other bandits from before. The system suddenly appeared with an alert, which made things even worse.
{Status: Enemy}
{Silas "Viper" Vance}
{Forest Brigand - Archer}
{Skills}
{Archery - Level 16}
{Swordsmanship - Level 10}
Gresvin sighed in relief upon seeing the window pop up. He had feared that the man was a rank 2 swordsman, and that would have made this fight all the more difficult.