Bandits wielding a long-handled saber, clad in crude, worn armor and wearing thick masks to suppress Sha-Chi. Their saber skills are poor, and they often fling sand into their opponents’ eyes to obscure their vision, waiting for the chance to strike a killing blow.
They had considered joining the Mandate and knew that gifts were expected before one could take a master. Yet no matter how many baskets of grain and cloth they offered, no one would bring them before a sect to seek admission. Enraged, they cut down several members of the Mandate, fled deep into the mountains, and used the power of Transcension to live as they pleased.