| “ | You'll be so much easier to rob when you're dead!
— A bandit
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Bandits are a type of enemy from the video game The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. Bandits are outlaws who organize in gangs and bands, typically led by a chief, to rob travelers under the threat of violence. Bandit gangs typically make their home in caves and abandoned fortresses. In Skyrim, most bandits are Nords as they make up the majority of the population, though also include members of other races.
Most bandits have access to armor and weapons typically found in Skyrim, though the quality of each bandit depends on their rank. A handful of bandits also know how to use magic. Sometimes, bandits use equipment scavenged from Imperial patrols, which they use to scam passing travelers into paying them "fines".
Battle vs. Orc (The Lord of the Rings) (by Rare Female Online)[]
Orcs- 5
Bandits- 5
A tall, muscular orc sat on a piece of rubble. He wore iron armor and an iron-horned helmet with an iron battleaxe leaning against a damaged wall next to him. He had long black hair and a messy beard. His name was Mazosh, and he led a small bandit gang consisting of only five members. Despite their small size, they managed to do decently well. Though there were a couple of close calls with the guards in Whiterun, they were planning to leave and were currently camped in the destroyed town of Helgen. Apparently, a dragon had destroyed it, but as long as it didn't bother him, he couldn't care if it was Malacath himself who had caused the destruction. This was going to be his and his gang's new base.
He looked at his crew, who were all Nords. Hofdic and Siborn were sparring with their training swords and shields. Hofdic had short blonde hair, while Siborn had long red hair with a scar running across his eye. They wore fur armor and usually carried two basic iron swords and hide shields they stole from the blacksmith in Whiterun. He then turned his gaze towards a shorter and slimmer Nord who was practicing his Longbow skills by hitting some targets. He had short hair and had a young-looking face. After he was satisfied with his progress, he sat down and brushed off some dust from his Fur Armor. His name was Asbner. He turned his gaze towards the last member of his gang, Bronelf. Bronelf was the tallest among the Nords and stood almost as tall as Mazosh. He was a massive man with long black hair and a bushy beard that had a few gray hairs mixed in. His muscular physique was barely contained by his Fur Armor, and he was currently training with his Iron Warhammer. Mazosh rose from his seat, grabbed his axe, and addressed the Nords. "Hey, guys! Let's pack up and move to the other part of town. I want to make sure that people know that we own this town and that we're not afraid to kill anyone who comes in. Do you understand?" The Nords responded with a resounding "Aye!"
An ugly creature with greasy patches of hair on his head, and sharp teeth sat down on the ground tearing into a piece of meat, next to him were 4 other orcs, out of them he was easily the tallest and most muscular, even then he would still be shorter than most humans. This was an orc named Krozi, he was currently busy devouring some meat from a wolf he and his gang had killed earlier. They were part of a larger force planning to invade a new land for their lord. However, they had made a couple of wrong turns in a forest and ended up in a destroyed city. He hungrily picked up a piece of meat from his plate armor and devoured it, for some of it fell on his armor. He looked over at the other orcs who he led. Ulgur and Oggog had finished eating and were busy applying poisons to their scimitars. Ulgur couldn't help but eye Krozi's meat a little too intensely. Meanwhile, Locdot, an archer with long, greasy black hair, was eating his meal messily. Merba, the last orc in their small group, was adjusting his chainmail armor and scratching his leg while his spear lay beside him. Krozi finished his meal and spoke in a gravelly voice, "Come on, everyone! We don't have time to waste. Keep an eye out for any Man-Filth. If you don't, I'll chop your head off." Though arrogant, Krozi knew he had to be tough to keep his men in line. The other orcs got up and grabbed their weapons, ready to move on to the other side of the destroyed town.
Mazosh and his group were walking through the destroyed town. As they walked, Siborn got distracted and started poking at burnt bones on the ground. However, they didn't encounter any other bandits. Suddenly, Mazosh spotted a group of three creatures in the distance. He couldn't identify them, but he could see they were standing upright on two legs. He pulled out his battle axe and addressed his men. "Looks like some trouble, or as I like to call it, fun up ahead! Asbner! Climb up on that rubble and get a better look!" Asbner climbed up on a pile of rubble to get a better look and reported back, "Looks like...orcs if I had to guess, but they look way too small. Even I'm taller than most of em!" Asbner readied his bow and arrow. Mazosh then smiled, "Well men! Let's kill these pathetic excuses for Orcs and teach them a lesson!" Krozi was scolding Locdot. Locdot had dared to bump into him while they were marching, Krozi was itching to pull out his axe and teach him a lesson when he saw it. A group of 5 warriors, all of them Man-Filth! Wait no…among them was a monster of muscle, he looked like an orc. Krozi thought he was tall but this orc put a whole new meaning to the word. But that wasn't what was bothering him. That orc, if you could even call him that after what he dared to do, was fighting with the Man-Filth! Krozi completely forgot about Locdot and pulled out his axe, overcome with anger. “We got a group of men coming at us fast! Looks like they have a traitor among them! Let's have some fun shall we!” The orcs laughed and cheered and pulled out their weapons ready to slaughter, as they charged as well.
Mazosh could now see the orcs as they began to get closer to each other. He knew Asbner said they were short, but man, were they short! But he had no time to think about that as Asbner pulled back an arrow and let it fly, hitting one of the orc’s shields, causing one of the orcs to return fire, hitting Hofdic in the knee as he screamed out in pain and started hopping while holding onto his knee. “Fuck! Fuck! I took an arrow to the knee! I took an arr- The sentence never finished as another arrow flew in his neck, killing him as he dropped to the ground dead (5-4). Asbner quickly returned fire, hitting one of the Orc Swordsman in the stomach as it roared in pain and weakly continued charging. They were getting closer and closer as any second now, the true fight would begin as the two force’s front lines were about to meet. Krozi's face lit up with joy as he watched Locdot take down one of the enemy soldiers. However, his happiness was short-lived as another arrow flew through the air, hitting Ulgur in the stomach. Although he screamed in pain, he continued fighting. Krozi's grin grew even wider as he thought about how his men were stronger than the traitor's army. He was confident that they could defeat their enemies and even kill them all before the leftover meat got cold. But soon, the front lines of the two armies clashed. Thanks to Locdot, only one swordsman managed to get to his two soldiers. However, before Krozi's grin could widen any further, the enemy quickly cut open Ulgur's stomach, finishing the job the archer started, and killing him (4-4). Then he blocked an attack from Oggog with a shield and stabbed him in the leg as he screamed out in pain, then Merba came up from behind the Man-Filth and stabbed his spear through his chest, easily piercing his armor and killing him (4-3). However, the victory was short-lived when an arrow flew and hit Oggog in the neck and he fell to the ground dead (3-3).
Mazosh's army had reached the orcs. During the fight, Siborn managed to kill a wounded orc and injure another before an orc attacked him from behind and stabbed him in the chest with a spear. Asber then finished off the wounded orc. Meanwhile, Bronelf faced off against an orc spearman while an arrow hit him in the arm. Despite the injury, Bronelf swung his Warhammer at the spearman, who narrowly dodged the attack. After that, an Orc Bowman fired an arrow at Asber, who was running towards a wall, hitting him in the neck and killing him instantly (3-2). The bowman cheered in triumph, and Mazosh realized that he had to deal with the archer quickly, otherwise this battle would end up being over way too soon. While Bronelf continued fighting with the orc, he finally managed to hit the orc just barely in the shoulder, crushing it. Mazosh then charged at the orc spearman and split his head in half with his battleaxe (2-2).
Krozi was growing angrier by the second. Merba had fallen dead, his head split in two. Krozi knew he couldn't take on the two towering men. He realized he had to retreat, so he ran into one of the nearby buildings. His small size compared to the traitor and the Man-Filth allowed him to move faster and more nimbly. As he was sprinting past Locdot, he witnessed him shooting an arrow that struck the Man-Filth right in the heart, causing him to collapse dead (2-1). However, before he could even celebrate, an axe fell on Locdot's head, drenching Krozi in blood (1-1). He used the blood to his advantage and hid from the traitor while he formulated a plan. Mazosh was extremely angry. His entire gang had been killed by these pathetic orcs. He only took his eyes off their leader for a second, and he had already disappeared. Mazosh couldn't believe it. What sort of coward was he? He didn't even manage to kill one of Mazosh's gang. Instead, he just stood there giving orders. Mazosh was enraged and screamed out, “I'll show you what a real Orc can do!” Suddenly, angry growls were heard from one of the buildings. A gravelly voice said, “You dare call yourself an Orc, traitor?!” A blur came out from behind Mazosh and slammed an axe into his iron armor, leaving only a dent and a small chip as the rusty axe broke. Mazosh turned from behind him and tried to cut him in half but the orc dodged and the battleaxe slammed into the ground getting stuck as the Orc Leader went to laugh before Mazosh ran at him and just punched him. Sending him flying back into a pool of blood next to the dead carcass of the Orc Spearman as he started walking towards him without a weapon. He was going to kill this pathetic short orc a lesson. He was going to kill him slowly with his own two hands.
Krozi flew back as he felt his jaw break and he spit out more than a couple of teeth, with more than a little bit of blood. He could barely think straight as the huge orc traitor came up to him and stomped hard on his leg, crushing it. He screamed out in pain as he looked wildly for a weapon. He wasn't going to die to this orc traitor! That's when he saw it. The broken half of the spear Merba had. He then thought of a plan as he smiled and chuckled to himself. The orc traitor looked down at him, his eyes full of pure unfiltered rage. “...What are you laughing at?!” Krozi then spat blood and a tooth into his face as the huge Orc covered his eyes with his hands trying to wipe it off Krozi quickly grabbed the half of the spear. He then quickly got up as fast as he could with a crushed leg, ignoring the pain, and kicked the huge orc in the crotch. Making him lean forward, revealing the exposed bottom half of his face, Krozi then shoved the half part of the spear up. He went through the bottom of his face, stabbing through the brain, killing the huge orc instantly as he fell dead. Krozi laughed and got up, wobbling over to the battleaxe stuck in the ground, and used the rest of his might to pull it out. It was massive in his hands as he grinned. He'd have to get used to the weight but other than that, it would make a fine replacement as he roared in victory (1-0).
Expert's Opinion[]
Although the orcs and bandits were around equal in weaponry and armor, the experts believed that the Orc's actual training would give them the edge over the Bandits who spent most of their lives robbing helpless people and have no actual training.