As the battle started and the sounds of chaos began to sound throughout the town, Barst took a deep breath and flipped the commander's switch in his head. While Duraid was in charge, Barst wasn't afraid to give a few orders to the mercenaries who worked with him. All they were given, after all, were general directions. Barst tended to take care of individual situations that arose during battle. Making his way away from Faris and Ereshk to his tent, Barst grabbed his armor, attaching the individual pieces to his body, and took his bow in his hands. It was time to kill some bandits. 

Bursting out of his tent while whistling with his fingers, Barst made his way to his pegasus, jumping on and giving his mount a quick tap on the side. Assured that its rider was secure, the pegasus leaped up into the air, powerful wings taking them above the other mercenaries. "Take care of their archers as soon as ya see them! I'm not keen on getting shot out of the air!" 

As the pair made their way towards the battle, Barst took aim at a group of bandits. Squeezing his pegasus with both legs to order him to stay where he was in the air, the archer took careful aim and-FTWAANG!-a bandit stumbled to the ground, an arrow in its chest. It wouldn't be a fatal blow, but for now it was enough. Two quick jabs with the foot brought the aerial pair to the side before the enemy could get a good read on their position. Hit-and-run tactics were Barst's favorite.