Nixon had spent the next few minutes after beating the twins thinking of how to beat those bandits by the creek and help out those chained women. He couldn't quite think of how to deal with the numbers, so he decided to just fight and hope for the best outcome. He was sure that with his Luck wish, which is practically plot armor, would come through and save the day.
Nixon made his way through the forest before he arrived at the creek. He followed its trail and arrived at the bushes just before the bandit camp. He heard a boy's voice screaming out in anger, seemingly toward one of the bandits.
"Give me back my sister, you bad guys! Give her back! Or you'll pay!" The boy had flowing tears and punched at one of the bandits, hoping they'd give in. As the horrible bandits looked at the boy, they laughed, filling themselves with more booze. Then, a kick landed on the boy's stomach, and a cruel laugh pierced the air.
"AHAHAHA! Get on, boy, before we cut you down and serve you to some pigs!"
The bandit meant every single word, and fear filled the boy, and tears welled as he could only look at his tied, bruised, and hollow sister, knowing he could do nothing to help her even in this dire situation. The boy knew he was weak and hated himself for it. He groveled on the floor, his forehead pressed to the rough and coarse dirt. His hands were covered in tears as he cried in an ugly and loud manner.
"Now, now, don't go becoming a crybaby boy, just skidaddle so we can drink in peace."
The bandits laughed at the grieving boy, and from behind a bush, Nixon was. Anger beyond what he had ever felt filled him, and with a clenched jaw, squeezed fist, and sharpened eyes, he was ready to jump forward and destroy each of the bandits in seconds with his own hands.
But he stops himself, Nixon begins scanning the camp. He notifies himself of every bandit visible, he doesn't want to miss a single one. The first thing he wants to do is figure out how to untie those women. Then, he remembers the boy, reminding himself that he can use him. He now just has to catch the grieving boy alone and let him in on his plan.
So he waits, and shortly after, the boy gets up and runs away. Nixon watches him closely and begins following after him silently. Once the boy is halfway away from the creek and bandit camp, Nixon spooks him a bit as he stops him.
"Hey, kid."
The boy stumbled backward, looking up to see him.
"W-Who..."
"I'm Nixon. Nice to meet you."
"Ah. He...Hello. Nixon."
"I know what you were up there for. I saw it all."
The boy's eyes broadened. "You saw... everything?"
"Yes, everything. You want to save your sister, right?"
The youth's eyes went hollow as his gaze diverted itself, "I'm far too weak for that."
Two hands gripped his shoulders, "Don't worry, I'm here to help you. What's your name?"
"Help me? That's...Ah. My name is Gilly."
"Gilly, nice to meet you, for the second time."
Gilly laughed a bit, "You too."
Nixon then explained his little plan to Gilly. He went into detail about how he could distract and defeat the bandits, and during his assault on the creek bandits, with all of them focused on getting a hold of Nixon, Gilly would sneak around and begin helping the women get untied.
Gilly was very in tune with this plan; he didn't have to get hurt, and all he had to do was go untie the women, which included his sister.
"I'm in."
Previously, when Nixon had scanned the camp, he noticed how most of the men were either scattered or clustered. He would first try to go near the scattered men, and then face the bandits closer together.
.
.
Glasses clinked, and barrels full of booze were popped open. The brawling of men could also be heard, they were still doing their classic circle fighting that nearly everyone in the camp participated in all the time.
The men were interrupted when they saw that 3 guys near the camp's exit had been flattened. One of them looked around, noticing how only he and another managed to notice this.
"Wait, stop the fighting! Look, our men have been beaten...who could have done this so quickly?"
The circle of men then looked up, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads as they saw a tree ready to fall on them.
"What the!-"
They managed to jump out of danger's way, except 2 who were now unconscious beneath the tree. Nixon had used a saw to cut the bottom of the tree, then kicked it with all his force he could muster and watched as it fell.
"Who did that!?"
All of the bandits turned to see Nixon standing with a smile on his face, "My bad." He said in a cheeky tone.
"Get him!"
Nixon began running in circles around the camp before turning behind himself as he watched as at least 3 men fall into a pit he made with gilly moments before.
'It worked!'
The men were shocked, seeing how Nixon had set a trap.
"What the- you little!"
A fist then met one of the men, and in seconds, Nixon was clearing through the bandits.
He then felt his cheek being nicked by a blade. Nixon touched the dripping scar, a bit of fear welling up inside of him.
"Tch. Dammit."
The bandit with the sword grinned, seeing how he was able to drive Nixon back. But, as the bandit swung more and more, his blade got further and further away from ever reaching Nixon again. This was the result of his infinite growth; the more the fight dragged on, the more Nixon's skill and ability grew beyond his opponent.
A quick hook was launched forward, striking the bandit's ribs.
"GAH!" The bandit dropped his sword, falling in pain.
"Thanks for the sword, I'll use it to cut down the rest of the men."
[+10 Power]
[+10 Agility]
[+10 Durability]
[+5 Willpower]
His power grew from experience alone, this was the brokenness of his infinite potential and growth ability.
"Let's finish this!"