After Safira issued her ominous threat one of the bandits stumbled back and released Callie, but the Cap'n she'd been using as a pin cushion still held the child, blade to her neck. The blood huntress gripped her scimitar, but before she could act, the mighty scaly paladin rushed him with his shield managing to knock the head brigand back a step or two and causing him to relinquish his hold of the girl. Warren, who was panting heavily with exertion next to her shouted the girl's name with fearful anxiety.

	Weirdness issued. Safira watched as multicolored aura swirled around Callie. It ebbed and flowed and shimmered until it finally coalesced into a dull brown and yucky, stinky goo rained down on girl, bandits, paladin and bear. Limbs flailed, weapons slashed, bodies tumbled to the ground. It was terrifyingly, grotesquely hilarious in a way. The mighty bear managed to land two good hits, before succumbing to the greasy substance and tumbling down with a look of pure beary dismay on his furry face.

	And there, amidst all the commotion, Safira spotted Bernie, the bandits' leader, trying to valiantly flee. Like a flash her soul filled with dark, black hatred. It simmered and boiled within her essence until she could no longer contain it or fight it. Surrendering to it, a wave of blackness detached from Safira and launched itself towards the captain, latching onto him. Without even looking at Warren next to her, the blood huntress spoke.

	"Go calm the girl down!" She growled at him. Her voice an octave deeper and somehow malignant.

	Without preamble she launched herself in a dead run, gathering momentum. As soon as she hit the edge of the brownish pool of ichor, she unleashed a blood curdling shout, launching herself off the ground and straight for the cowardly bandit captain. She raised her scimitar, crackling with deadly energy, and brought it down upon Bernie’s nose with savage viciousness. Seconds before her blade hit true a light blinked inside her heart and staved off her battle rage just in time enough for the warrior woman to bring the tip of her weapon towards her shoulder and land the hilt of it into the Cap's face.

	Crack!

	"Yield, villain! Or next time I won't hold my demons at bay and gut you like a pig from groin to lip!" Safira growled as Bernied staggered from the heavy blow.

[hider=Mechanics]Safira uses her bonus action to put the Blood Curse of the Marked on Bernie Cap'n which doubles her Crimson Rite damage.
She uses her full movement of 30 feet and takes a running long jump to fly another 15 feet to her target with a successful athletics check of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/5402]12[/URL].
She attacks Bernie for [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/5403]21[/URL] with her Crimson Rite charged scimitar using Dueling to add +2 to her damage since she is wielding a melee weapon and no other. She aims to knock him out, not kill and deals [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/5404]1d6+3+2[/url] + [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/5405]1d4/doubled/[/URL] damage for a total of [color=f7941d]12[/color].[/hider]