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He followed the panting. This guy wasn't going to get away with shooting him. Riesig had basically kinda forgotten that there was a mission at present. He just wanted to hurt this guy. He would give chase until he could see the guy, then he would attack. Either by lunging and biting him, or throwing shards aimed at his legs if he was too far to lunge at.
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Drevin didn't have the time to form a real plan as bits of branches tore at his hands and face when he ripped through the bushes but his thoughts stabilized as the sprint became a chase. The half fey was just hitting his stride when he heard the panting of the man he chased. Two contradictory thoughts went through the short man's head at nearly the same time. One was that the longer they ran the bigger his advantage would be over his quarry. The second was that if they didn't stop running soon he would tear out their bowels with his hands. A bit caught off guard by sudden flaring anger Drevin decided that if he saw the enemy he would cast anchor on them.
Second Talent:
Enlightened Combat [Warrior Prodigy]
Arl briefly glanced her allies as they charged after the remaining bandit. "Probably.. our friends. They're pretty fast, and R - ah, let's get on with the treatment." Arl double casts Weave in order to bind the prisoner's wrists/ankles together and to the ground. The latter binding wasn't very strong, but it would do. She moved on to checking out out the prisoner's wound.
"Say, do either of you have a high-proof alcohol on you, by chance?"
Riesig and Drevin both converged on the same area of the forest at the same time, finding a terrified looking man in a sleeveless jacket barely holding a large long bow. He glanced over his shoulder towards the converging pair... his face turned ashen.
Arl's prisoner didn't seem to be capable of breaking his bind, which might have had to do with the murmuring Randall's lips were doing. Apparently the Guardman was not a terribly adept caster.
He found his quarry. He was going to destroy them! A small glint of sanity slipped back into his mind though before he bite the guys head off. You agreed to try and bring them alive. He let out an inhuman hiss and forced himself to shift back to his human form. He couldn't think clearly in his shifted form. Being human again, he let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding. He dropped his misty occlusion and looked at Drevin. "We take him back to G-man. This is his shindig anyway." And with that he covered the man's mouth while he tried to take the bow away and sling it over his shoulder.
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When he saw the man turn to face then Drevin slowed his sprint to trot and cast anchor on the man, ax still in hand and at the ready. Drevin made a non-committal grunting noise in response to the fire mage's words. It's not that he was opposed to peacefully toting the man back but for one something about how the mage casually assumed his compliance annoyed the short man and for two he wasn't convinced the bandit was going down peacefully. He kept his senses on alert for any other lowlifes, he started to circle around the right side of his target as Riesig approached the man.
Second Talent:
Enlightened Combat [Warrior Prodigy]
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Meanwhile, Arl continued checking out the first bandit's injury after acquiring the rum. "Okay, here's the plan: I'm going to clean out this wound and use healing magic to help keep you good long term." Arl used weave to create a cloth of sorts, one that separated from the parts of the plants that had touched the ground. Didn't get much more sanitary than 'just came into existence', she wagered. She also tried to get a feel for the man's.. let's say baseline remorse level.
"Now, I doubt you're going to squeal on your buddies, even if that'd greatly improve their survival chances, so what I'm going to ask instead is how you got into banditry. Was it a lifelong dream, something you settled for, what?"
"No, no. I will absolutely squeal. What are you offering?" he said, eagerly.
Drevin and Riesig began to corner their prey. The archer, for reasons he couldn't quite explain, skidded to halt and turned to face the pair. He quickly knocked and arrow and shot it towards Drevin's gut.
He tried. He really did. Now? He couldn't be bothered. He closed the distance to the man while he summoned a set of shards then aimed to stab them into the man under the armpits. If he was lucky, the arteries would sever and he would die quickly. If he was unlucky they would miss and he would have to stab him again. Because he didn't want to deal with someone who kept shooting them. His shoulder still hurt.
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Drevin's body twisted of its own accord to avoid a direct hit to the gut from the arrow. He grunted as the shaft hit him in the hip and hit bone. There was an inaudible click in Drevin's head and when it snapped back onto his target the man seemed to almost glow. He was so focused on his enemy that he didn't see the mage lunging at him until his axe had already left his hand tumbling head over handle in what seemed to Drevin like slow motion. Some part of him wanted to warn Riesig. More of him wanted to see the man's insides.
Riesig felt the tug from his mist telling him something was rapidly approaching. But he wanted to kill his quarry...but he knew better than to ignore his mist. It was a part of him. He shifted to dodge the incoming projectile, but his target didn't change since he knew exactly where the axe was and where it was going. It seems his companion had the same intents as him. Good.
Second Talent:
Enlightened Combat [Warrior Prodigy]
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Meanwhile, back at the encampment Arl was grappling with how to deal with the unusually eager traitor. "Huh. Not that close to them, then? Alright, if Rand here agrees, welllll, I don't have the power to clear your name, BUT" She held up a finger. "BUT, if you were to change your outfit and stay out of crime I could overlook you escaping or even put you down as presumed dead. Let you put this behind you and move on with your life."
The woman leaned back a bit, trying to get a feel for how the man viewed such an offering. She motioned a more subtle finger towards Rand - there would be more to this deal, if there was to be one.
Then she went back to wound tending. There was still a bit more to be done, after all!
"Ok... oh that's better. What do you want to... ugh.. to know?" he asked as Arl tended the wound.
Further away, Riesig and Drevin's converged violently. Riesig's blade didn't quite sink in, apparently this man was at least a little armoured, which combined with the sudden redirect turned a penetrating blow into a bruising one. Then an axe buried itself in the man's chest.
Their quarry stumbled back, blood pulsing out of the axe wound. He looked dazed, angry and lost.
