Let me assure you that I was not very impressed. I caught the table in a mighty swing that lifted it from the floor and slammed both table and his body into the wall. I am not sure about how much damage he suffered, but the sturdy oak table broke in two parts so the damage to him was obviously massive. He did not come up again. Myself I had to focus on more bandits arriving. Stupid people die quickly around me, and let me ensure you that people are stupid if they think it is a good idea to charge me with just daggers and shortswords. They had no armor that could deflect my sword so it was just a matter of using my great strength to chop them to bits. Unfortunately stupid people are not always the same as without talent with weapons. The fourth bandit had both a throwing dagger and shortsword and the thrown dagger hit my right arm as I cut the third bandit down. I felt the sting from the dagger penetrating my flesh even indian through the battle frenzy. It was a very bad sign; normally you just find your injury after the combat since adrenaline means you are too busy fighting to notice until afterwards. The wound was really bad and the pain was enough to make my fingers start to go numb. I did the best I could of the situation and faked that I lacked the strength to hold the sword with just my left hand. In truth I was actually sort of exposing myself in that position, the sword tip leaning on the floor meant that it was too far away to block incoming thrown weapons. In case the bandit had another throwing dagger hidden he had an opening. On the other hand fainting from blood loss in the middle of fight would be utter worse. I needed to finish this exchange of blades within moments. Lucky for me he did not have another dagger, but instead charged towards me with his short sword raised. I launched my great sword in a massive left hand swing that took the bandit with total surprise. He had his short sword in position to sweep my sword aside, but was not ready to actually block something comparable to a man's two handed swing. My sword slammed his sword aside and cut into his torso. It was a very deep cut and he ended coughing blood on the floor. It was clear he would not get up again. I looked around but none of the other bandits looked like they were getting up either. Good since I needed to get control of the blow flow from the injury on my right arm. The injury hurt like hell. Did the magic strength from the demon sword aid against injury also? In truth I did not know, I had never suffered any serious damage before I picked up the sword. On the other hand the pain now almost made me faint so I guess I hurt in the same way as everybody Big Boobs else. I cut some cloth from the clothes of one of the dying bandits and applied a tourniquet to my arm with the aid of wood splinters on the floor. I know, a tourniquet is really not the best solution to an injury, but I could not see many alternatives at the moment. I could only do it with my left hand and if there were more bandits around I would need my left arm free to fight so some kind of more bandage kept together by my hand was not an viable option. This thought reminded me of the question about how many Solo bandits there was. During the raid on out camp I had only seen five and so far I had slain five including the one who raped my ass. There was of course no guarantee all bandits living here had been present when they took the caravan. All the bandits present in this room were dead so I couldn't ask them for teen confirmation about their amateur numbers. She licks teen the jizz of her thumb. FUCK ME, FUCK!... My orgasm built and built. “No, not you,” I groaned. She seemed in no hurry to leave, I sure wasn’t. She took it upon herself to order in Big Boobs for us, knowing from Elaine, what I liked and we ate, with her fingers up my ass, and mine in her pussy. They kissed again, and again, it was passionate. It was the lack of feeling that had plagued me for so long, so Corruption naturally perverted the trauma, and made Dark-Angela obsessed Solo with pain; both her own, and that of others. "Are you throwing your career away just to be noble?" "Thank you, I really enjoyed that." I’m cumming” With that my cock pulsed and the first shot of my hot load shot to the back amateur of her throat. 'that') I think to myself with a mischievous feeling. Bill said oh yes believe me you do. I couldn’t hear them, but I’m sure it was sweet words. “Let's get you naked,” I panted, stroking her cock. “Oh, sorry, Pete was right, indian sorry, I’m Henry. When I stopped, she does not open her eyes.