The Second Disciple, Pandevus, waited quietly for the coming fight. Then a bandit came sprinting over.
"Boss! The soldiers pulled back!"
"Good! The time has come, brothers!"
A cave with multiple tunnels would inevitably have moments where the enemy's strength thinned out. Even if Gesilian had decided to starve them out given how poorly the bandits fought, he would have changed that call before long. The prediction had landed dead on.
The number of soldiers guarding the chokepoint had dropped sharply. Pandevus raised his large round shield and began hammering it with his one-handed mace, and dozens of bandits let out a roar.
"Horse-Legs Sserdepan! Horse-Legs Sserdepan! Horse-Legs Sserdepan!"
The bandits didn't know the Second Disciple Pandevus's real name, so they screamed their boss's name at the top of their lungs. At that, Pandevus let out a thundering battle cry. He looked bold and fearless, but inside, he was burning up.
