Yes, follow his lead.

Teija nodded, calming her breath, her large breasts heaving from the sudden anxiety. Killian glanced through the curtained window one last time, and then burst through the door, hitting the ground running. The busty brunette hopped out, and watched as he dashed toward one of the bandits.

There were four of them fanned out, dressed in leather breeches, and matching breast plates. All were dirty, and wore mismatched accessories from the people they had looted over the past few weeks. When Killian burst toward them, they all stared in shock, not expecting resistance.

The mercenary dashed toward the left flank, and the man who held the smoking gun. The man cried out in surprise, and threw his pistol downward, causing the barrel to snap forward, exposing the now empty cartridge. Pulling it out, he scrambled to grab another bullet from the gun belt that was wrapped around his shoulder.

Killian didn't give him a chance, as he leapt forward, drawing the blade from his hip, and slashing outward. The man cried out dropping his weapon, as he looked down in disbelief, to watch his insides slip out of him. Turning counter clockwise, he dashed toward the closest of the remaining three.

Recovering from their shock they began to draw their weapons. The closest bandit, drew his dagger and charged stupidly toward the mercenary. Killian lunged forward and slid across the dirt on his knees, coming up under the thrusting blade, his own slashing the thigh of the brutal killer. The man screamed in pain, as the armored merc thrust his blade upward, taking him through the abdomen.

As the man gurgled in pain, dropping his weapon, his comrades dashed to the rescue. One was armed with a sword, the other a set of twin daggers. Suddenly Teija reached her hand out from her position near the stage coach, causing the air to shimmer around the dagger wielding bandit. Yanking her hand back, the man cried in surprise, as he was yanked across the air, like a rag doll, only to slam into the side of the sturdy wagon. The impact was so brutal, that the wood cracked in protest, and the man's neck snapped under the ****.

The last bandit hesitated in shock, which gave Killian an opening. Yanking his blade out, he spun in a counter clockwise move, and then charged the man. Getting his sword up in time, as the furious warrior, drew the second blade from his shoulder and brought it in a downward chop. Steel clanged on steel, but in the confusion he had forgot about the other sword. Killian slammed the first blade through the man's chest, swiftly ending his life.

A scream from his back, brought Killian around, blades at the ready, as another bandit charged around the coach toward him. Teija watched as he glanced away from the man back toward her. A tingle on her neck brought her to look up, and she saw another bandit pointing a gun at the mercenary.

Reaching up, she grasped the man with her telekinetic power, and yanked him up into the air, before bringing him crashing down against the earth. The man screamed in agony, as bones snapped from the ****, and his insides turned to mush. Twitching in his last **** throes, she looked up toward the last bandit.

Sword in hand, the robber dashed toward Killian, who waited for him emotionlessly. The predictable downward chop came, and the warrior brought both blades up catching it. Kicking the bandit in the chest, he sent the man stumbling back, as he darted after him. The right blade came slashing down right to left, the other blade slashed from the other side, drawing a bloody 'X' through the man's breast plate. Spinning clockwise, Killian whipped his right blade across the man's through, sending him crashing to his knees, drowning in his own blood.

Killian glanced at the woman he was paid to protect. “Sorceress?” He asked, the woman who had never once touched the daggers on her thighs.

“Priestess.” She shrugged.

“We should go, more could come upon us, while we are here.”

“We should, bury them.” Teija protested.

“They're not worth the time.” Killian shrugged.