In my defense, they called me old

Three figures step out from the forest and reveal themselves to be young men, probably early twenties. A quick Observe tells me they are Level 4 Brigands and a fourth is still hiding in the woods. “This is useful.” I think.

“Did you hear what I said, old man?” The center man growls. “I said, hand it over!”

“Hand what over?” I ask, genuinely puzzled.

“Your valuables!” The one on the left says, as if that were the most obvious answer in the world. “Any jewels or coin you got! Toss em to the ground!”

“Oh, right, brigands. Yeah, I don’t exactly have anything. No jewelry,” I wiggle my arms, “and no coin, either.” I turn my pockets out. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be sorry alright!” I roll my eyes at the cliche. “If you can’t pay in coin, then you’ll pay in blood!” The guy in the middle draws his sword and moves to attack. I sidestep, noting how slow he looks like he is moving, and bring my elbow down on his back. He falls prone, blood leaking from his mouth. The other two pull their weapons and try to rush me.

“Level 2 Twinned Lightning!” Bolts of electricity shoot from my hand, hitting them in the chest and throwing them back twenty feet. I cock my head at the now dead bodies, “Huh, I guess magic levels and people levels don’t correlate the same. Good to know.”

Still looking down at the bodies I point at the figure still hiding in the forest, “You! Step out! Make a move to attract me and you’ll wind up like your companions!”