The three men hesitated a moment and looked back and forth between each-other.
"GAAYYAAAHH!!!" one suddenly belted-out, before charging straight on, swinging at a forty-five degree angle.
The other two followed, one on the left flank, the other on the right flank, each trying to stab or slash at her sides.
***
Meanwhile, Tarek had made his way around the ridge, carefully keeping himself out of the sight of the bandits. Now, just beyond the crest of the hill, he pulled out a lone gauntlet from a pouch on his horse. The gauntlet was basically a metal arm bracer, woven into a leather glove with iron reinforcement in the fingers. Atop the metal bracer were five short, cylinder-shaped containers, all solidly mounted to the bracer but with a small locking system allowing the containers to be opened. There was a slight rattle of something solid within one of them.
After pulling it over his hand and strapping it in, he flexed his fingers a bit to make sure everything was set correctly. That done, he mounted his horse and drew forth his sword. He then began to slowly ride up to the top of the ridge...