"Fuck!" The bandit boss loudly cursed as Frost sauntered closer to their formation with a malicious expression plastered on his charming face. Her body instinctively trembled in fear because she knew the threat that Frost posed. The lord of the Niflheim base camp, commander of the devastatingly powerful ronsos and a mighty B-rank fighter himself who's lauded as a war hero by the local inhabitants.
He was not someone a bunch of bandits like them could hold a candle against even if their numbers were doubled or even tripled. They were akin to children playing war before him.
Unfortunately though she and a few of her wiser subordinates knew of Frost the lower rabble did not. They visibly relaxed the moment they saw that their opponent was just one man.
"Hmph just some pompous elf, let's rip him apart boss. Those robes of his could fetch a pretty penny on the black market hehehehe." A grotesque looking bandit venomously spoke, pure hatred and envy leaking from his eyes as he gazed at Frost's supreme appearance.
Frost's evil smile widened as a result; the bandit's ignorance would make what happens next much more satisfying. However someone beat him to it.
Half a second after the grotesque bandit threatened Frost a large hammer struck his skull from behind. His head burst open like a watermelon, covering his former comrades in blood and brain matter.
The rabble were paralysed with abject fear, their bodies shivering as they tried to understand what happened. Frost didn't move a muscle, yet their friend suddenly died. Eventually they understood that the attack came from behind and saw the bloodstained hammer of their boss as well as the intimidating expression on her face.
Her more trusted subordinates all bore agreeing expressions, one even let out a sigh of relief as if she was grateful for the boss's quick reaction. The rabble simply couldn't understand, why did the boss kill one of our own?
"Hoh, interesting." Frost found the play rather curious, his anticipation for the future growing.
"Apologies for that ignorant gnat Lord Frost, I assure you we have no intention to enter into conflict with someone as respected as you." The bandit boss spoke with respect and with experience, she knew what opponents she could and could not provoke.
"Hmm I see but what if I want a conflict?" His smile continued to widen as his head tilted to the side.
"Urgh...." The bandit boss grunted, she hoped to get out of this predicament cleanly but clearly that wasn't an option. She wracked her mind for a compromise. "I'm sorry we intruded upon your territory as bandits, we promise to leave immediately, never to return and will offer you compensation for our crimes." She'd rather live than desperately cling to their loot, this just wasn't their day.
What were the chances of being caught red handed by a B-rank fighter, the lord of the camp no less.
"...." Frost replied with silence making the bandits think he was mulling over their generous offer. Unfortunately for them however Frost had no intentions in sparing them. The weaker ones would fall to his glaive just like those two scouts whereas the stronger bandits such as the eloquent boss would spend the rest of their miserable lives in his prison, providing his dungeon with ample nourishment.
Though he did somewhat appreciate her ability to understand her position and even offer a compromise her fate was sealed the moment she hunted his customers.
'It's a shame I can't use them even after their deaths like Yami and Agar. I'm sure she'd make a decent undead subordinate.' Frost lamented his inability to raise the dead like his brothers. While he specialised in ice magic the two of them focused on dark magic. Agar in particular was quite adept in handling the undead, dead husks of the living.
Clang!
Her hammer met with Frost's glaive generating several sparks.
"Good fighting spirit, shame you're a bandit." Frost withstood her attack with ease. His physical strength was far beyond the bandit boss despite her muscular stature.
After stopping her pathetic swing he parried the hammer upwards before slashing horizontally. Her hands were severed allowing the hammer to fly through the air and land tens of metres in the distance, but the bandit boss didn't seem to care. A maddened look marred her face, it was like she was a berserk monster.
She felt no pain from her severed hands and went back on the offensive, punching out with her stumps, spraying blood everywhere. Alas this too was a pointless endeavour to Frost. He easily dodged her blows, all she managed to do was flick some blood on his robes and face.
A slight admiration filled Frost as he evaded the woman's desperate attempts. Perhaps he wouldn't torture her for her crimes and instead allow her to die from starvation. He let her attack a few more times before ending the charade.
"Enough!" With a sudden burst of force he knocked the butt of his glaive against the back of her head, knocking he bandit boss out cold. He then eyed the remaining bandits who struggled to even hold onto their weapons. He isolated the higher ranked bandits for imprisoning and culled the rest.
"Khuno have these four transferred to the prison. Fleece them for all their valuables and call me when they awake....especially the bandit boss."
"As you wish Milord." Khuno replied through dungeon menu and a minute later ronsos appeared and carried the four bandits to the hidden prison on the 11th or rather the 10th floor. Frost had already created hidden routes throughout the dungeon that his monsters could use to transport prisoners out of sight from the regular delvers.
It'd be a lot easier if he could simply teleport them there but then again a system like that could easily be abused.
"Well that was rather fun, no thrilling battle but still fun." Frost genuinely smiled from ear to ear, he enjoyed the little play.
Meanwhile back in the private space two women were sitting on the sofa watching the whole event.
"See totally evil right."
"Yeah I see what you mean but...."
"He still looks damn good doing it right?"
"Yeah." Maya and Daki giggled between themselves as they enjoyed seeing a certain side of their boyfriend.