The man in the overcoat had to move a little more then the masked new comer, as the two brigands in front of him rushed.
The first one came in swinging his sword in a vertical arc from the left, but it was met by the rogue's own sword, the bandit's sword pinged off of each other.
The secound bandit swung his mace from the right in a horizontal arc. The rogue quickly reacted, ducking under the swing and slashed at the bandit's leg. The mace wielding bandit screamed in pain as he fell on one knee.
Meanwhile, the sword bandit swung at the man in the overcoat again, this time in a similar horizontal arc. The man in the overcoat brought his sword to bear, moving his free hand onto the grip to wield the sword with two hands.
The man in the overcoat blocked the attack and held firm, as the swords made a loud clashing sound, the man in the overcoat shoved forward the grip of the sword with great force, striking the man in the face and dazing him.
As the sword bandit stumbled back, the man with the mace seemed to had grit his teeth and gotten up. He swung the mace at the back of the man in the overcoat's head. The target quickly sidestep, allowing for the mace bandit to fall forward with the swing of the mace, his balance lost. Moving his original free hand off of the sword's grip, the man in the overcoat grabbed the arm of the mace wielding hand that feel forward, and redirected the momentum to the side of him. Bring up his arm wielding sword, he put the bandit into some sort of a hug-hold, and then abruptly stopped him. The bandit and the man in the overcoat met eyes for but a secound, before two rough impacts hit the bandit. Sticking out of his back, were two arrows, meant for the man in the overcoat.
Quickly throwing aside the mace bandit, the man in the overcoat ducked under a flying arrow from what looked to be an archer. Keeping his head low, ran for the archer and rolled. In mid row, he changed to grip of his sword, so when he finished his roll, he threw the short sword into the air like a javelin.
The archer was caught off guard, in the middle of pulling back another arrow, and was impaled in the chest by the short sword, before falling over backwards, blood gushing out of the opening.
The man the overcoat then twirled around, seeing the sword wielding bandit now visibly shaken. Moments later, the bandit had turned his back, fleeing the fight.
The man in the overcoat stood up stright, almost in a relaxed position. Reaching into his inner overcoat pocket, he pulled out a pistol.
Extending his entire arm out, the man in the overcoat took a minute to aim for the fleeing bandit's head, before he pulled the trigger.
*Bam*
The gunshot echoed the forest, before all was silent.
All that remained were the heavily armored stranger and the stranger in the overcoat.
The man in the overcoat brought his arm down, the barrel in the pistol still smoking, and looked over to the newcomer, as if he was expecting him to say somthing.