Zander had gathered just enough energy to heal the broken nose, when a shard of ice pierced the skull of the bandit. His Seal paper attached to his chest went up in flames as well. He was so beneath their league when it came to magical strength. He knelt there stunned for a few moments, ignoring the well dressed man's comment about killing him and said a silent prayer to the Nine to get him away from this battle.

His prayer was answered, when Nymira called out to him to move and the fog that surrounded his mind lifted. Fire helped purge it away, and Zander took a deep breath. Exhaling and standing whilst turning towards the boat, took off at a run for the gangplank. As he reached the top, he ducked under the bandit from early and hollered for him to push the gangplank off the boat.

"They wield magicks," Zander gasped out. "Forget what is down there, cast off and get away from them!" He was slightly panicked, the tug on him screamed out for him to flee back to the port city, to hide for a few days from these men. He was shaken, never before had a ward fallen so quickly. Was he truly this weak!? Shaking those thoughts away, and restating in his mind he was one of the strongest healers in the land, grabbed a quarterstaff from a dazed bandit and ran up the deck.

Nymira was being choked, straining against the chain around her neck, which if Zander was honest with himself, which he usually wasn't. It thrilled him to see the Dimura in trouble. His magic would be little use for a few days, he was tired from the forcing sleep, the ward draining him and the sprint up to the deck.

Gripping the staff near the bottom, he pulled back and swung with all his might at what had to be the captain's head. The best that would happen would be dazing him enough for Nymira to escape. He wouldn't not like seeing the woman dead, not until after he had the chance to scold her for calling him a buffoon! Not only that, but they needed to grab the silks and mead. They were running out of time, and needed to use the bandits as their escape plan. 

[i]Where the bleeding hell is Cecil and Ethan,[/i] Zander thought as he brought the staff around again for another swing. "ETHAN, CECIL WE NEED TO LEAVE, NOW!!!"