Amon, The lowest tier disciple in the Insanity Sect

he bandits were closing in, and I had two options: run or fight. Running felt like a bad idea since, you know, I wasn't exactly built for speed, and the scroll was the only thing keeping me from being totally useless.

"Alright, you want the scroll? Fine. But fair warning: I'm not exactly a hero in these kinds of situations," I said, bracing myself.

One of the bandits snorted. "You? A hero? This'll be fun."

I glanced around. Maybe a rock? No, a stick? No time! Think, Amon, think!

I reached into my bag and pulled out-wait for it-a muffin. I had packed it earlier in a half-hearted attempt to be prepared for my journey. It was old, slightly squashed, and the perfect weapon for confusion.

I hurled it at the closest bandit.

The muffin hit him square in the face.

"..."

"...."

.....

Ah so it turns out, throwing muffins at bandits doesn't exactly deter them. So now I'm lying here, tied up in their hideout.

But fear not! I've got a hair clip. I'm not completely useless. Time to escape.