Making a run for it
The bandit's laughter rang out, echoing ominously in the forest. "I like you, kid," he said between chuckles, his tone laced with menace. "Too bad I'm going to have to kill you anyway."
Arthur raised his hands defensively, taking a cautious step back. "Hey, hey, come on, man. What did I do to you?"
The bandit smirked, his eyes narrowing as if sizing up his prey.
Arthur continued, his voice quick and persuasive, "Just so you know, my grandad's the elder of the town nearby. I'm just out here in the woods to, uh, experience life. My bodyguards are in the shadows right now, watching your every move."
The bandit's brow furrowed as his gaze flicked briefly to the dense trees around them.
Arthur seized the moment, pressing further. "I don't want to fight you. Seriously, just let me go, man. I don't want unnecessary bloodshed around here. Think about it—it's bad for your reputation."