Zander didn't agree at all with this plan of attack. They were way out numbered, if they were injured he wouldn't be on hand to heal them either. He could have pressed, and it clicked. Looking down at his pouch, he nodded. The ones on the ground would be alerted if the attacking party was spotted. The ones already off the ship would stay there, possibly scattered out to make sure no others would be coming. A small attack force would make even the dumbest of bandits look for a larger group. He would have a small window of opportunity to knock those not on the ship out cold with his Seal Papers.

[i]"Be careful!"[/i] He agreed with the statement but kept his mouth shut. This wouldn't be the time for well wishing. Nymira, Ethan and Cecil would need more than that to keep them safe. As they left their small hiding place, Zander waited patiently.

Placing his staff on the ground he looked at Amuné, her eyes closed, her lips moving in silent prayer. When she glanced at him, he tried to smile. Reassure her in any way he could. He was acting off, but his Healer's Oath bound him to be civil, and he had nothing against Amuné either so that helped calm his frayed nerves.

"I'm leaving my staff," he told her. "If you have to, swing it if anything comes around to you. I'm going to try to knock those not on the boat out cold." He gripped three papers between his fingers. "They'll be alert, but I should be able to call on the land to help me."

He looked at the Moor Cat, he could tell the beast was more wary of him. "Keep her safe. If something comes around, yowl. I'll try to come back."

He didn't wait for the beasts response, leaving the bush, he tried to keep as low to the ground as possible. He had some speed on him, his wooden sandals gripping into the hard earth. He didn't pause when he heard someone call out about intruders. His time window was closing and quickly. If someone looked down at the ground as he sprinted, he was a goner.

"OI! Stop!" Zander cursed. One of the bigger bandits had looked back. "Don' take a step closer." Zander didn't stop though. This one would have to be knocked out harder then the others. For now, he was close enough to one of the other bandits. Before the fiend could unsheathe his sword, one Seal was firmly on his neck. The man didn't so much as whimper, but his head would be sore when he was awoken from his enchanted sleep.

One down... two to go. Lunging for the next one he slapped his two free seals on the man. Calling on the earth, he made sleep seem like a wonderful idea on this hotter day. Down like a lamp, went that one. Twisting out of reach from the larger bandit's sausage like fingers he danced back a few feet. That would be his first mistake.

He wasn't fast enough to dodge the arrow, he felt it cut into his left arm. He hadn't even heard the twang of the string. His magic instantly went to heal the wound and attempted to purge the poison he felt some invade the gash on his upper arm. Zander was nimble for his smaller size but the poison would slow down his movements if not treated. He scolded himself for not having brought out more Seal Papers. Gripping the wound tightly, to make it seem like it hurt more than it did would buy him some time.

"Shoulda list'n'd now shouldn' 'ave ya," the bigger bandit called out. His friends around him laughed, the one on his left lowering the bow to his side. "Pretty lamps... Nimble, aye, probably flex too..." The grin was not a pleasant one. Zander widened his eyes in a show of fear, inside he scowled. He was hoping none of his companions caught sight of this. He didn't need them to think rescuing the healer would be a good idea.

Feeling his body ache from whatever poison the arrow head had been dipped in, Zander was forced to use some of his own magic. Even in the bright daylight, one could still see the aura whip up and down his arm. The skin threaded itself together as he removed his hand, the poison pushed out before it fulled sealed.

"Magi... We got un of dose too," his grin turned feral. "Aye, she a looker and when she strike, ya not gonna know it." The bandit lunged for Zander, and all Zander could do was leap back once more.

[i]I have to get him to call for help... Move them away from the ship... Damnation... That spell took more out of me... Ethan's body held more toxins then I thought.[/i] His retreat was slower with each leap back or sideways to evade this bigger foe. A game of cat and mouse, and if Zander was caught, he would only add to their burden. He refused to go down like that. He couldn't help the feral grin that spread across his own face, "Too slow! Too slow. Should call for help before our help arrives."

"I don' need no bloody 'elp," the man hollered. "Rabbit blooded Magi! Ain' gonna play, jus' slit ya throat!" His holler brought at least two more bandits down the gang plank. Zander dodged again, and wiped the sweat from his brow. One with a sword and dagger; the other with a quarterstaff. That was his second mistake, but also a slight blessing.

Arms gripped around his torso from behind, one of the bandits had stayed in his blind spots to dance behind him just for this. The larger bandit hooted at the sight and walked lazily towards Zander. The [i]mouse[/i] gritted his teeth and in a move he slightly recalled Geoffrey using on a rougher patron, slammed his skull into the bandits nose. The noise almost made Zander upchuck what little he had eaten today. Slamming his foot into delicate regions for good measure, Zander dashed backwards once more.

He pulled out three more Seal Papers and gasped for air. He was out of shape and his only thought was, [i]In for a bronze, in for a gold...[/i]