Tracy landed on top of the downed man and held her staff to his throat.
She was breathing heavily, but that was not due to exertion.
'Kinda funny to see a big man being so afraid of a tiny woman,' Kyle thought as he looked at Tracy's tiny form.
She still had the same proportions and looked like an athletic adult.
But she was just very small.
'Pocket woman.'
Kyle jogged over.
"Please! I have two daughters! I'm only doing this to take care of them! They will starve without me! Please! Don't kill me! Please!" the man begged.
"You're not denying it?!" Tracy shouted with gritted teeth.
"No! I'm a bandit! I'm a bad man, but I'm doing this out of necessity!" he begged.
Tracy's staff shook.
They were supposed to kill the bandits.
That was their mission.
"Please! Mercy!" the man shouted.
"Hey, bro," Kyle shouted, and the man nervously looked over.
"What level are you?" Kyle asked.
"Mid human," the man said.
