Kneeling behind the bar counter, Rhaedin peered around the corner of it, watching Elrithian cast a spell of illusion. She could feel the magic in the air, it felt heavy, tense, and full of electricity. A glowing circle appeared on the floor, causing the bandits heads to turn. Slowly the monster emerged out of the air. Quickly she looked to Sevine who was peeking over the bar, watching the bandits with scrutiny. Sevine sensed that familiar eyes had fallen upon her and she turned to look in Rhaedin's direction. With her eyes now on the captain, Rhaedin signalled for Sevine to ready herself.

Rhaedin then turned towards Erahja, and crept over to her. She touched Erahja's forearm, keeping her voice low, Rhaedin leaned in towards the Rakasha ranger and whispered, "Get ready. Wait for my signal. We're going to move behind them when their attention is focused on the illusion." 

With that, Rhaedin returned to her station at the far end of the bar. From here, she could see the bandits without them taking notice of the women's presence behind the bar. A small clinking noise caught her attention and the elfess looked in Sevine's direction to only to discover that the witch had obtained a few bottles of uncorked wine, holding two in each hands. The red-haired witch met her gaze and offered her nothing more than a meek shrug as an explanation. Rhaedin made no comment for she returned her eyes to the bandits. The witch was an odd one at that, Rhaedin was certain.

It didn't take long before a lean and slender man noticed the glowing circle soon followed by the apparition. "What in Sarmon's name is…that?" The man was sitting on an overturned barrel by the entryway. His finger, trembling with fear, raised up, and pointed towards the illusion.

"Charun what are you blabberi-…What the..?!" He reached for his dagger at his side, his eyes were wide with fright. The terrified bandit failed to retrieve his dagger as it fell to the floor, clattering loudly. The next events occurred in an immediate succession. One bandit after another turned their gaze to look up at the apparition as well. In unison, they startled with shock and horror, and in a mad dash to hopefully defend themselves against this grotesque monster. One bandit who was a bowman, fired an arrow at the being, whether his aim was true he could not tell, his hand had trembled too much. He hoped that he would injure the thing in hopes of frightening it away, back down the cellar where it had come.

Rhaedin looked to Sevine and curled her hand into a fist, and pointed her index finger towards her. The witch nodded in acknowledgement, she was ready, wines bottles still in hand. Then her gaze skipped to Erahja. Instead of pointing just the one finger, Rhaedin pointed her index and middle finger at Erahja, that was her signal. Rhaedin turned about and crept to the edge of the bar. She pressed herself flat to the bar, she crawled with her toes pumped, she wanted to minimalize the sound of their movements. It was here when she saw the chaos began to unfold as the bandits reacted in horror to Elrithian's illusion. 

She rose up into a crouch and sprinted across the room, sticking to the shadows which there were plenty of. The first bandit she came upon was distracted by Elrithian's magic. She snuck up behind him, approaching him where his gaze would not fall, on the edges of his peripheral vision. Rhaedin sprang on him, she grasped his head with her hands, and snapped his neck. The sound of the bone breaking was loud enough for her to hear, but not over the noise of the bandits yelling aloud in fear. The bandit dropped to the floor without another word.

Sevine did not have her stave on-hand, so she needed to have something to fight back with. Her choice? Four full bottles of wine. There were a couple of bar fights that she had witnessed in Yr'tahm before her departure to Kvechuk. Apparently, bottles were a force to be recognized as a viable weapon. They could drop a man cold where he once stood. Plus once the bottles broke, the sharp glass edges became an easier weapon to wield.

She followed Rhaedin's lead, watching in astonishment as the captain snapped a man's neck in two. Sevine tucked one wine bottle under her armpit, giving her the ability to swing the wine bottle freely. She crept past Rhaedin, moving along the walls. Her target was a heavier built bandit, obviously used as muscle in the circle of crime. If she could knock him out, Sevine could then begin to eliminate the ones surrounding the hostages.
The hostages held at the center of the bar, tied together with rope, sobbed in fear at the sight of the monster. They had no idea that it was merely an illusion, they were simple folk who did not trouble themselves with things they did not understand.

Sevine attacked the heavier bandit as he struggled to unsheathe his axe from its bindings, he took no note of her. She gave him no chance to react though, and attacked immediately, smashing the bottle of wine over his balding head. The bottle exploded, sending wine and shards of glass over the bandit. He looked at Sevine with a blank expression, it didn't faze him. She reached for the bottle under her armpit, and repeated the assault. The bandit wasn't ready for the next bottle, and this time, he dropped to the floor, knocking over the table and chair at which he had just sat.