Kaldon spotted the bandits in the plains of Eriador, headed due north. His black stallion brought him closer to them every minute.
After about an hours travel, he took a short cut in a rocky pass and waited for the bandits to come round the corner.
He heard the clip-clop of many horses. As they came around the bend, he met them head on. He knives took two of the surprised bandits in the neck. Kaldon made a flying leap and hit the other bandit, knocking him of his saddle. One bandit was galloping away madly. Kaldon climbed back on his own horse, after grabbing his knives.
He followed the bandit at a crazy speed, flying through small mountainous areas where one wrong step would mean sure death. Finally, there was a moment where Kaldon had a good aim at him, and his mattock wistled through the air, landing in the bandit's back.
Kaldon hurled the bodies into a ravine, left the stunned bandit lying there, and gathered the horses. He rode slowly back south, many halters in his hand. He returned early to camp early in the morning.
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