The Swordsman tightened his grip on the blade's hilt. Around him, the dozen or so bandits slowly began to approach him. A few dozen feet away, The Swordsman's servant was looking after the maiden they had come to rescue.
"I swear I will not kill any of you."
The maiden glanced at the servant.
"Does he always say that?"
The servant nodded.
"It is the code of his life. He's only ever broken it once."
"Oh, and that one terrible incident is what drives him to be a hero?"
"Do any of you have medical issues?" The Swordsman added.