With a plan of action, Kyra moved out. Her form was naturally masked by the foliage of the dense forest, and everyone else covered the sound of their footsteps thanks to the river next to them. Anger burned in Kyra's eyes more intense than the fires set to the mill. She's never actually been to the mill up till now, despite how long she's lived in Greenest, but she knew of it's importance and how long it would take to rebuild it. What did these brigands even get from burning it down? Just some sick pleasure that they've inconvenienced her people after they've taken everything away from them? If it wasn't for the fact that the mayor needed to information from these people, Kyra would waste no time killing them all. Still... They only need one.

Eventually the party was spotted. It was inevitable really, and a few of the raiders started running. They ran too far for Kyra to shoot down, but one hesitated long enough for Brannor to cut off his path. Kyra dashed across the rocks on the river, literally skipping over the stones to get into range of the lone bandit. Once across the river, Kyra took an arrow out of her quiver and aimed at the bandit's leg. She released her arrow so that it'll land right into his knee, ending his career as a brigand and hopefully crippling him. She didn't want to kill him yet, but if she had to leave him bleeding out, so be it. They had to take this one out quickly before the others arrived. Looking over at the mill, Kyra couldn't help but shed a single tear. She knew she couldn't save it, but she will have her vengeance. 

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