Befram

Ikale laughed out loud as he saw Kaliv jumping around mocking the bandits, this was almost like an circus, he was surely a fun prince to be around it seemed like. Then he went into the fray as well, one hand at the pistol and the other on the sword. As one of the bandits saw him, deeming him less dangerous than the rest he rushed at him with his sword, preparing to strike, "never bring a sword to a gunfight" he said while smiling to himself, raising the gun and shot at the hand.
With a cry of pain the bandit dropped his sword on the ground, taking the chance he stepped forward and knocked him unconscious with the pistol, that should keep him sleeping for a while.

Turning as another one came running towards him Ikale blocked the attack with his sword, while he himself might not exactly be an expert this bandit was even worse when it came to fighting with a sword he thought while he blocked the rest of the attacks, but still he was physically stronger so while taking the blows he backed, and started to make it seem like he couldn’t keep up with the blows.

As his opponent got too overconfident and lowered his sword slightly he took the chance and stepped forward as fast as he could, batting away the sword of the surprised bandit and stabbed him in the stomach, then he watched as the bandit fell over, a pool of blood beginning to seep out from him. That one would certainly be useless for anything, in his rush of battle he had done too much damage on this one.