Papak!
"Keuk...."
"Ugh!"
"Cough...."
"Dammit.... How in the world do you do this?"
Patrick spoke to the ones groaning from the pain of having their pressure points struck, as always.
"Alright, today's concept is a group of brats who have had their aura sealed and a knife stuck in one leg, surrounded by a bandit group."
"What? What did you say? A leg?"
"Wait, my leg really isn't moving."
"How in the world are you doing this?"
"More importantly, why are we doing this crazy thing?"
Patrick addressed the protesting brats.
"With your leg restricted, your mobility will be lacking, right? If you don't watch each other's blind spots, you might get a little boo-boo."
"You crazy bastard!"
"You son of a bitch!"
"Demon! A real demon!"
Patrick picked his ear with one hand and swung his sword with the other.
KABOOM!
As always, a single strike exploded in the bandits' hideout.
"Well then, begin."
Having thus stirred the hornet's nest, Patrick grinned and slipped away.
"En... enemies!"
"Everyone, fight back!"
Dozens of bandits rushed toward them as they struggled to even stand while limping on one leg.
"G... group up!"
"Watch each other's backs!"
"Don't let them break through!"