3 Bandit Trouble

Night was approaching as Calder and Cassandra set up camp for the night. Cassandra watched in marvel as he whipped his blade through a tree as though nothing had happened to the tree until he pushed some of it down. She always loved to watch him use his swords and the way he handled them with ease and power. She retrieved one of the books from her bag and read out a spell with her palm held out facing the small pile of wood. A small flame burst from her palm into the wood which had a slight pop as it hit the wood, setting it ablaze.
“I’m going to get some food for us,” he said pulling a large dagger from the side pocket on his bag, “I’ll be back soon.”
He disappeared into the forest with deadly silence, while she stayed in the camp setting up an area for them to sleep on. It was near pitch black in the forest as he tiptoed through not stepping on a single twig, his eyes accustomed to the darkness through years of hunting. He passed dozens of small animals including squirrels and birds, but he was only hunting for something larger that would feed them. Meanwhile back in came Cassandra was finishing with camp setup when she heard a group of men coming her way on the dark road. She turned to where her book ways on a rock, picked it up, sat down, and calmly waited for the men to pass.
“What do we have here?” chuckled one of the men walking up to her.
“I don’t want any trouble from you,” she said smiling a little.
“Then why don’t you just give me a big smooch,” the man said pulling out a knife and tapping it on his cheek.
“I think I’ll pass,” she said getting off the rock and opening her book.
“Well then you’re gunna get trouble from us!” said the bandit smiling grotesquely.
“I Thought you were going to say that,” Cassandra said smirking as she looked into the book and started reading the fire spell.
“Your prayers won't save you girl,” that bandit said moving closer.
She finished reading and the fire ball hit the bandit in the chest with an explosion from igniting some small bombs tied to his vest knocking him to the floor singed and in immense pain. Calder hearing the explosion, letting a dear escape, and shot through the forest back toward camp.
"Your dead girl!" the two other bandits yelled pulling out small swords from their waist and starting to charge. they had taken two steps when Calder burst through the trees lopping their heads off with one spinning cut.
"Thanks for the help brother, but i could have taken them both," she said smiling wryly.
"I heard the explosion so i can as quickly as i could," he said wiping the blood from his sword by thrusting it into the ground, "I didn't have a chance to get any food though."
"If they didn't have any food on them we can get some tomorrow morning," Cassandra said walking over to the living bandit who was now crying. "Sir do you have any food?" she asked him kneeling over his burnt body, " if you do i can heal your burns."
"In the backpack," he coughed pointing to one behind him as carefully as he could. "There is some pork and beef we got from a farmer," he said.
"You mean stole, right?" Calder said opening up the backpack and pulling some out.
"Yes," he said, "so will you please help me, I'm sorry!"
"Fine," Cassandra said flipping some pages and reading a different spell. The bandit's burns slowly disappeared as she continued reading the spell until finally his skin was back to normal leaving a hole in his shirt where the bombs and the fire ball had exploded. Calder took the other to bodies into the forest while the bandit rested and Cassandra set out her mat to sleep on. Calder returned a half hour later to them both asleep. He put some more of the tree on the fire, sheathed his sword and did likewise.