"God damnit!" Ali cursed as he readjusted his armor for the umpteenth time. This was getting ridiculous. This was absolutely ******** messed up. He felt as if the Gods were punishing him for something he didn't do and it was all that b***h's fault.
Ever since that b***h came to his group's hideout, his life had turned completely upside down. Now only did that woman slaughtered his leader and his men, but she also destroyed the fort, leaving Ali the only survivor with very little gold to survive. If he ever run into that b***h again, he-
"Augh!" Ali yelped as he accidentally tripped over his foot, causing him to roll down the dune. The sand muffled the clanking noise of his armor as the black man cursed when rolling. Once he stopped rolling, Ali struggled to get up.
"Damnit! How do these bastards walk in this tin can of armor?!"
Although he had no idea how knights were able to move in their armors, he knew very well why there were no knights in Sentria. The armor was too heavy, making him moved so slow like a turtle. The armor made him too hot and sweaty to wear; he could smell his sweats and odors. And worse of all, the armor was too bulky and uncomfortable to wear. He had lost count of how many times he had to readjust himself. If he didn't adjust his armor, he would have kept tripping himself like he did earlier. Damnit, if that b***h didn't ruin his life, he wouldn't be in this mess after meeting the merchant.
After that b***h destroyed his group and his fort, Ali traveled across the desert to search for new group to join. From what he had heard earlier, there was a group that was new, but slowly gaining power. Now what was the leader's name again? Leo? Dino? Cleo? ... If the leader was a woman, it would be pretty awkward for Ali to work with.
While traveling, the black man came across a town to rest. In that town, he heard news that there was a merchant in town and he had a magical artifact that could make a person become stronger and powerful. This news interested the bandit. If he could get his hand on that artifact, perhaps he could challenge the leader and took over this new group. Not to mention, he would be more powerful to get his revenge on that b***h that ruined him.
So Ali went to search for the merchant and... Obtained the artifact through bits of persuasion. Unfortunately, after using it, he realized that this artifact didn't make him stronger and powerful. Instead of making him become faster, he became slower. Instead of becoming more skillful with his swordsmanship, he had completely forgotten how to use a sword. And somehow, he obtained a suit of armor out of nowhere as well as a lance.
Angry from what happened to him, the bandit ordered the merchant to change him back. However, the merchant informed him that he didn't have anymore of the said item and begged Ali to let him go. It was too late for the merchant as it was for Ali when the black man used him as his target practice.
Now trapped in the suit of metal scraps, Ali cursed about his luck getting worse. There was no way in hell he could challenge the leader in this ridiculous outfit. The black man had no idea how to fight in an armor as well as fighting with a lance... Or maybe he could fight with a lance. After all he did see that b***h fought with a lance, but she also wore less armor too. Perhaps he could take the armor off and start practice fighting... That was IF he could figure out how to take the armor off. Hell, he couldn't figure out which part of the armor to take off first. Stupid pieces of metal scraps, making him tired, sweaty, and stinky.
Before the bandit could stop and take off the armor, he felt the wind started to become stronger. ... Crap. Ali thought miserably.
Knowing full well that a sandstorm was coming, Ali had to find cover. He was already buried in metal plates. He didn't need to be buried more. He could try to outrun the sandstorm, but this tin can suit would slow him down and he was unable to take it off.
Looking around, Ali spotted a fort few yards away from him. He wasn't sure if his luck was about to change or if it was a mirage, he had no time to figure out. What matter was that he needed a cover away from the sandstorm. Hoisting up armor, Ali rushed toward the fort.
When he entered the fort, he saw that the fort was small but well-built. As long as the building was sturdy to hold its support, it would be enough for him to stay while the sandstorm was brewing. But how long would the sandstorm last? Hopefully not long for him to make him hungry.
With nothing to do, the bandit decided to explore the fort. He wasn't sure if the fort was abandoned, but he hope that it had some values left. But when he opened the first door, he saw a group of bandits inside, counting their loots. Before Ali could react, the bandits had quickly drew out their weapons and pointed them at him.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" One of the bandits comment. "Never seen a knight in Sentria before."
"... I ain't no knight."
There were confused looks on some of the bandits' face. Ali frustratingly sighed. He didn't want to explain to them what happened. Not wanting to tell them why he was wearing an armor, he informed them about a sandstorm and asked if he could stay for a while. One of the bandits, a thief, gave a small chuckle. The thief told Ali that he could stay until the sandstorm calmed down... That was if he paid them in order to stay. Ali could feel his left eyebrow twitched.
Although he had little gold on him, he knew that won't be enough to pay. After all, he knew how bandits think since he too was a bandit. He could leave the fort, but there was a sandstorm outside. And with this tin suit he's wearing, he would be a dead man if he dared to step outside. Perhaps he could gave the armor away. He wasn't sure how much the armor cost, but it should be enough to let him stay. That way, not only could he stay until the sandstorm calmed down, but he would be able to walk freely on the desert without dragging that armor.
The black man offered the armor to the bandits in exchange to stay in the fort. However, the bandits were not pleased with the offer and told him to either fork over the gold or be kicked out of the fort. As if he didn't see it coming.
Ali tried to persuade the bandits about the armor, about selling the armor and getting some gold, but the bandits were too stubborn to their words. Either these bandits were too lazy about how to make a profit for a living or they were really stupid. If he was a leader of their group, he would be absolutely ashamed of them... Wait, did they even have a leader among them?
Getting impatient of Ali not giving the money, one of the bandits decided to take action. He marched up to the black man, axe readied in his hand as his other hand grabbed Ali's shoulder. But before the bandit was about to drag the knight and kicked him out, Ali swung his shield and bashed the bandit across the face. Ali didn't want to be touched.
Seeing what had happened to their comrade, the bandits grabbed their weapons and charged at Ali. The black man cursed about his luck going sour as he raised the shield in front of him and gripped his lance tightly. Ali didn't know how to defend himself with shield and lance before, but with many enemies charging at him, it would be foolish of him to go offense against them. When the brigand jumped, raising his axe above his head, Ali raised his shield higher. The axe banged against the shield. Did it make a dent? A hole? Ali wasn't sure, but at least he managed to block it.
But when Ali blocked the attack from the brigand with his shield, he saw the myrmidon on his right side. readied to strike him down. s**t! Ali thought. There was no way he could block or counter the attack. The myrmidon was moving in too fast. This armor was slowing his movement down. He was going to get attacked. He was about to meet his dea-
TING!
Ali blinked at what happened. The myrmidon had attacked him. He felt the sword slashed against him. But he felt no pain from the attack. Ali looked at where the attack hit him. He could see the scratch on the armor, but it didn't make a dent on it. Huh... Somehow, wearing an armor wasn't so bad. It somehow protected him from the attack. He then looked up at the myrmidon who was somehow surprised his attack didn't work on him.
"You called that a stab? This is how you stab!" Ali shouted as he thrusted the lance into the myrmidon's abdomen. The swordsman let out a scream of pain as he fell to his death. Satisfied that he didn't die, Ali looked at the bandits with a sense of cockiness in his eyes. "Okay, who wants to die next?"
One by one, the bandits attacked. And one by one, they fell to their death. As Ali fought against them, he realized that being a knight wasn't so bad at all. Although he wasn't fast enough to dodge the attacks, his armor somehow protected him from the attack. Okay, so maybe he did get hurt from those who wield axes, but he only get glazed by them. Those who wielded swords and bows were like nothing but flies that were annoying and needed to get swatted. Heck, he scared a thief by simply saying boo to him and let him ran away.
Not only did his defense become stronger, but so was his strength. For some strange reason, he could take down the enemy with one blow. Usually, it would take him about two or three times to attack the same enemy before the enemy fell. Somehow, he felt great when the enemy fell in one blow. It sure saved him time to kill the bandits when wielding the lance. And speaking about lance, he somehow figured out how to throw the lance at far range after being attacked by an archer. This would be helpful if he was attacked by those who used far ranged weapons.
In fact, he felt he was invincible. He had the advantage for strength and defense. He had the advantage at close and far ranged attack. And despite the number of bandits coming after him, he managed to defeat them easily. Maybe after this, he could meet up with the leader and challenge him. After all, he had become stronger and his armor protected him from any form of danger. There was no way he could be defeated. He was invincible. He was unstoppable. He felt as if he was G-
"AUGH!" Ali yelled when he felt a powerful blow from behind. What the hell just happened? Did the enemy just sneak up behind him and attacked? Angry from what happened, Ali turned around and shouted.
"Okay, which one of you ******** atta- ACK!"Ali managed to dodge when a fireball flew over his head. A mage? He didn't see a mage when he was attacking the group. Where the hell did the mage come from?
But before Ali was about to throw his weapon at the mage's face, he stopped when he saw what was in front of him.
In front of him were group of mages, brigands, and swordsmen. Usually, he would have no fear from them, seeing as how undefeated he was. However, when looking at the weapons they had, it spoke differently. Ali could see tomes that the mages were carrying. Somehow, if magic was powerful enough to attack him, then somehow his defense wasn't really invincible at all. The black man wasn't sure how powerful the hammers were that the brigands were carrying, but he was very familiar with the weapons that the swordsmen were wielding: armorslayers. He remembered he once wielded that weapon before when he and his former group went on a raid. And judging by the name of that weapon, he could pretty guess how effective it would be against his armor. So if the swordsmen and mages were carrying weapons that could penetrate his armor, then that would mean those hammers could do that too.
Just then, the black man saw a thief emerged from the back of the group. It was the same thief that he had scared earlier. That would mean that the thief had brought reinforcement. And with the weapons the reinforcement brought... ******** little thief let out a cocky smile that implied "What now, ********?" at Ali. Seeing tons of very powerful weapons and number of enemies against himself only, there was one thing the black man could do.
Ali turned around and ran as fast as possible for the nearest exit. There was no way in hell he could battle against them. Only an idiot would be stupid enough to fight them. And if the sandstorm was still blowing outside, screw the sandstorm. He rather died by the sandstorm than be killed by bandits.
When Ali found the exited and ran outside, he saw that the sandstorm had stopped. That was good. He could still get away from this hellhole and the bandits. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that the sand could slow him down so easily while mages and archers could catch up to him.
But don't worry. Our bandit had survived and managed to change back before joining his new group. How did he survive you asked? Well, he did the same thing as the protagonist from Ghosts and Goblins did.
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