Melvis was a little man, a mere bandit who stole from the weak and helpless, his beliefs were as petty as they were simple: ”Money talks.”
Melvis was in his camp with his poor and rugged allies, trying to survive on the supplies they had managed to steal from a caravan...Melvis did not know it yet, but Fate would not have mercy on his weakness.
Rydor came to his camp, some 'Aspiring Gladiator' who had just won the Ironblade Tournament, he had been sent here to destroy Melvis and his gang.
Melvis and his gang fought with desperation and fear... 'who was this man?!' 'why is he strong?!' were Melvis's thoughts as Rydor struck his allies one by one...

