The scarred bandit brandished his short sword and stepped forward, a glint in his eye as he smiled revealing rotten, broken teeth.
At the edge of his vision Luther saw one of the other bandits circle round to approach him from behind; he let him do so, then stabbed the bandit in the right leg with a dagger, twisting the blade in the meat of his thigh.
The bandit screamed as Luther sharply withdrew the blade, spun on his heel and plunged the dagger into the his jugular with such force that the bandit was thrown to the ground even as he gurgled his last breath.
In one fluid motion Luther drew the curved blade of his sword and, stepping to the side of the scarred bandit, sliced open his throat then stabbed him in the heart.
Luther relaxed and sheathed his weapon as the third and last bandit turned and ran; other bandits in the area would hear of this and learn not to cause him any further inconvenience.