With their trump card -a pair of magical beasts- defeated, the remaining bandits almost did not exhibit any form of resistance and easily, if not willingly, apprehended by both Bregror and Salsahara.
All these wrongdoers knew best not to get on their bad side further. If the beasts clearly stronger than them unable to put a dent on them, then none of them could..... Thinking of the possibilities scared them to the bones.
A handful did try to run away from the gold rankers like what genuine bandits would do, but that proved to be a dream within an unreachable dream as Salsahara caught them instantly using her pull magic.
Now, the escapees were writhing in pain on the ground, gasping for air.
"…Trash…"
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Her gaze while initiating that action was no different than dealing with filth or dirt, a waste of space and time, so cold that Bregror and Alfraed experienced shivers in this fine weather. Then, the two looked at each other while smiling bitterly.
