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Jackson walks out of the inn, with the few coins he has left.

"I really hope this is enough..." Jackson says as he walks down the Cobblestone road towards the market.

Taking a left turn he notices a robbery happening, a few bandits are teaming up on a girl.
It's just a girl! This is not okay... He thinks to himself, walking in the direction of the bandits.

"Hey! Leave her alone!"

They turn around and laugh.

"Or what big man? You gonna tell your dad?"

Jackson rolls his shoulders and cracks his knuckles, getting into a fighting stance.
The three bandits square up to him.
The crisp cool air of the early morning piercing Jackson's lungs as he starts breathing faster, the adrenaline pulsing through his veins.
He draws a dagger and holds it ready to fight, the girl runs away.

"Woah buddy, put the toothpick down before you hurt yourself."

One of the bandits jokes.
This causes Jackson's blood to boil, but he must maintain a cool.
He slashes at the bandit cutting him on the cheek.

"Ahh! You little brat!" He says and raises his fist.

He lands a solid punch to the jaw, knocking Jackson to the ground, the dagger flying out of his hand.
One of the two other bandits pick it up and kick Jackson in the back of the head.
In a fetal position he cowers on the ground.
There is a faint metal boots clanking against the Cobble some ways off.

"Help!-"

The bandits stop him from calling out by picking him up and covering his mouth.
He struggles, kicking a flailing. He slides the heel of his boot down the bandits leg and onto ice his foot, causing immense pain. Then Jackson head-buts him and he staggers backward holding his nose.

"So you've trained a little. A little self defense lessons?" He says composing himself.

Jackson, nor wanting to hurt him badly, just kicks his knee in and runs away.
The bandit, yelling out in pain, falls to the ground.
The other bandits just stand there in shock, surprised that there leader was just beaten by a teenager.

"Haha! That's what you get ner!-" Not looking where he was going, he runs into a wooden post.

"O-ow..."

After regaining his composure and headedness, he resumes, walking this time.

To be continued...