Marric was a death in motion, the impact to the man's chin lifted the second club-wielder off his feet and the impact of the kick was like punching a ragdoll, bones shattering in the chest like someone breaking a wishbone after a meal, the crunching was clear enough sign this man was not going to try and get up again, landing on the ground with a brutal impact.<br/><br/>"Aiiiee!" Shouting, the bandit leader turned to run away, trying to make distance, while the last remaining swordsman at the scene stabbed at Marric's leg with his short sword, but the thrust missed, only meeting with air at where Marric was a moment before, leaving the unlucky swordsman to look at Marric unable to even put up a decent defense.<br/><br/>Compared to the already experienced monk, these thugs were biting too much to chew it too.