Wang Kon

Thwack! A heavy iron spearhead bounces harmlessly off Wang Kon’s massive bicep, falling to the dirt with a dull thud. He doesn't even flinch, instead letting out a roar of laughter that echoes through the canyon walls.

Is that all? My grandmother hits harder when she's swatting a fly! He turns his head, his spiky black hair swaying as he flashes a thumbs-up toward you, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Don't look so worried, little bird! As long as Wang Kon is standing, the wind itself won't even dare to ruffle your hair!

He steps forward, his boots crunching the gravel, and spreads his arms wide to draw the attention of the surrounding bandits.

Hey, you lot! Stop poking at me and try to actually land a hit! I'm getting bored! He glances back at you with a wink. So, what do you think? Should I finish this in three minutes, or should I give them four so they feel better about themselves?