Garsin saw the door to a local shop was busted wide open and he decided to go investigate. He could have sworn he heard gunshots near here. 

"We got tourists over here!" a voice shouted.

"How nice of you to tell me where you are, " Garsin muttered to himself. He walked through the building and saw that it must be an ammo store. He lumbered over toward the back door and a man with a musket swung around in shock. Garsin had his sword sheathed. With it being a little on the crowded side, it wouldn't be much use to him. The bandit, however, didn't think of that. He panicked in the middle of reloading and tried to use his bayonet on the steel giant before him. Th thrust the bayonet towards Garsin, but he was expecting that. Using the outer armor of his left gauntlet, he hit the side of the bayonet away, and the grabbed it in his hand. He then jerked the rifle toward himself more so that the bandit would overextend and lose his balance. At that moment, Garsin stepped forward with his right foot and followed through with a wicked straight punch to the man's face, instantly breaking his nose with ease. Instinctively, the man went to grab at his nose as he fell backwards. Garsin dropped the musket and picked up the man by the throat, lifting him up in the air. He then reared back and slammed the man's head through the was, so it was visible on the outside. The body was limp and the pulse had faded away as Garsin slowly made his way out the door. He looked at the few people outside, they didn't look like bandits to him. "Any others" he said mildly. He was feeling the effects of exerting himself. Any longer in this state, and he may be seeing his town again soon. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, his vision started blurring on him again and he fell to one knee.