Bandit: 7 HP
Victorian Woman: 5
The punch landed directly in the bandit's nose, doing enough damage to make him stumble back, but he did not let go of the woman's hand. Justice's attempt was just that, an attempt. The bandit's hand was too tight around the woman's to be released so easily, but both attacks weakened the bandit. The Victorian woman used her foot to stomp on the man's foot, almost missing. The bandit tried to hold on, but let go.
"Son of a-!" The bandit cursed, stumbling backwards, turning on his heel, and sprinting the other direction, deeper into the town. The woman rubbed her wrist and 'hmphed', facing her saviors. She wore a Victorian night dress, her brown hair down in small curls. She most certainly did not belong in this mining city. "Oh kindred warriors, you have the thanks of the Gods, a blessing from myself." She pulled out 9 gold pieces, as well as an inn key. "That ill-breeding hedge-pig dropped this when he turned tail and fled to the crows."
9 Gold Pieces, an inn key
Let's just all pretend I know what I'm doing, okay?