Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161224133825/@comment-24736819-20161227013705

(Continuation from here ...)

As the big man fell to the ground, dead and gone, the bandits looked at eachother in disbelief and smiled. They suddenly turned to the fisherman, still keeping their creepy smiles on their faces.

"Your dead friend here learned the hardway and because of that, you will have to learn it too...", the first bandit retrieved the knife from the lifeless body of the muscular fellow and soon enough the duo reached the harmless Gudrug.

They threatened him, yapping about how they'd tear a wider smile on the fisherman's face. Gudrug quivered in fear and pleaded for his life, telling the bandits that they could leave with all his stuff for free.

"Of course it is for free, you witless bastard. We are bloody robbing you!", the first bandit mocked and laughed.

"The question is whether we'll add murder to robbery...because that back there certainly wasn't murder, right?!", the second bandit replied and laughed even louder.

As the bandits entertained eachother and mocked the poor fisherman, slowly Gudrug started to widen his eyes in surprise.

"What is wrong with you, you simpleminded fuck? Looks like you saw a bloody gho...", the first bandit noticed Gudrug's stare and started another line of mockery but as the words came out of his mouth, a large shadow was cast over the duo.

"You shouldn't rob that kind man.", Bouros, the once dead fellow was obviously no longer dead and loomed over the bandits.

Before the bandits could react, Bouros swiftly punched both with each of his large fists, unaware of his own strength. He was astonished when the duo of bad guys went flying across and into the sea, clearly dead as he was moments ago.

"By the Nine!", Gudrug muttered and flinched, "You are...you are one of them!"

"Of whom?", Bouros asked, confused.

"A halfgod! I've never seen one before... you are incredible! What is your name, stranger?",  Gudrug asked and forcingly shook the muscular fellow's hand.

"My name is...I...I can't remember.", the raven haired Bouros scratched his head in confusion while trying to remember.

"Well, let's call you Mundus, then. 'Cause you pack a punch strong enough to turn its tides around, eh?", Gudrug slapped Bouros' back and laughed at his own joke.

"Mundus it is then...", the large man smiled before he was interrupted by the sound of his grumbling stomach.

"Seems like you are hungry, mr. Mundus. Well, I am Gudrug and you'll be welcomed to stay at my place for a nice home-cooked meal. C'mon, you'll meet my wife and her dreadful mother who is visiting us...Damned Clarisse always complaining about me to my wife. She is a horrible old gal, Mr. Mundus, you can believe that.", the fisherman collected his stuff and soon enough the duo headed towards the fisherman's house and Bouros headed towards the woman who'd help him to figure it out who he was...after arranging a troublesome deal.

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After Wrath stepped away from the burnt body and started heading towards Valgeir and the injured guards, Bouros' body started to heal and he took a deep breath into life once again.

"Foolish halfgod.", the man's deep and raspy voice could be heard behind Wrath as he attempted to get the Sin by surprise, tossing a well aimed punch on his armored back.