"It is what it is" Nero said dismissively without looking around much. They had been riding for fifteen minutes when Nero saw two men ahead of them he reached over and took the reigns from Ameria knowing she hadn't seen them yet but kept driving the horses forward. When he reached the men he slowed the horses, stopping them ten feet away, and said "Greetings gentlemen, what has you on this deserted path so late at night?" one of the men smiled releasing a waft of rancid breath that gagged Nero from the distance they were at and said "For that exact reason, my friend" the two men produced long wicked looking knives. "This is a robbery." Sighing tiredly Nero turned to Ameria and said "So cliche, no originality. The even have the awful breath of bandits." Handing Ameria back the reigns tipping forward he placed his feet on the back of the foot board and pushed off launching himself over the horses and at the men. Spreading his arms he tried to get both men at once but just missed one of them, unintentionally ripping out his throat as he crashed into the speaker. Standing as the man lay there stunned Nero picked him by his collar and pants then turned and broke his spine against a tree then dropping him at its base he turned around and kicked the throatless into the woods getting a good three feet into the air at the top of the arc. Jumping back into the carraige and licking his bloody hand he said to Ameria "let us proceed"