[i]C'mon, Fiore![/i] Fiore yelled out into his head as he thought about Leifr getting hit by the crossbow bolt again, the image playing out again in his head. Fiore quickly jumped back a bit from the bandit, his rapier and parrying dagger in hand. [i]Take down this bandit, go for the crossbowman, and subdue every one else.[/i] Fiore's brow twitched as he assessed the situation, looking back towards the bandit in front of him. [i]Perhaps he's wreck less- no, he [u]is[/u].[/i] 

Fiore emphasized the last part, taking the risk in believing that he - the bandit - was wreck less enough to try and go in for a strike. Fiore didn't have time to assess the situation and his options, time was now a luxury, especially in combat, Fiore had to take a risk, and he had to take it now. [i]I'll parry his blow and try to [u]riposte[/u] with Exalia[/i] Fiore gave off a small nod and prepared for his opponent to try and strike him to go in for a parry, knowing full well that if he didn't then Fiore could easily be taken off guard by another bandit - or worse, a crossbow bolt flying towards his head.