The woman was reasonably frustrated by this point, the hairy man utterly ignored that the man verbally attempted to kill him with as much rage as he could summon, casting high his blade and charging, before a sudden onset and swarm of fireflies disoriented him, sending him staggering around; it was almost as if the dwarf, or halfling, littlefolk, or whatever he was, had a blind death wish, one that she had well enough of. She whistled for Jamil of Azalorn, seeing that the roped, bound man was dashing off toward the rest of their group, to include where the huntress was - the same that aided her in binding him in the first place - making him much less a concern. Strangely there was a lot of flailing and yelling over there, but the druid was not about to let the other enemies have their free shots at their turned backs - suicidal little men or not!

Pointing out a finger to guide her pantherine ally to which target, she leveled it at the free bandit, yelling back at the same bug swarmed man, "Your choice, your loss!"

This time she delayed none in closing the gap, darting between the trees and shadows, the low lying plant life swaying slightly from her movement before she came to a sudden halt behind the trunk of yet another tree. Between the globe of upset insects harassing the man and probably the soon to be cry of an attacking jaguar, she could only hope her body's attunement to nature concealed her. She hadn't any real desire, without aid that is, to confront the sword bearing man. Then again, the great cats never fought all that fairly - why should she?
These men tried to kill all of the travelers and steal a girl!

She swallowed and prepared her next attack in silent, her knuckles tightening slightly.

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Shaedra Galandoel continues her concentration on [i]Entangle[/i], but casts her [i]Infestation[/i] cantrip again on the bandit. He needs make a Constitution saving throw (DC 13) or suffer [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/5635]4[/url] points of poison damage and be forced to move [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/5637](1) North[/url] 5 feet. He will not provoke opportunity attacks for moving from this spell.

The elf also calls off Jamil of Azalorn with a whistle from escorting the captive due to just how close he is to her allies and that he isn't likely to get far if he did try to run - at least not fast enough to outrun two big cats. Her command to the jaguar is simple in gesture, "Do whatever.", but implies she means to disable or even kill the target.

She advances from around her current tree after, moving 20 feet closer to the bandit and then attempting to hide in the shadows using her [i]Mask of the Wild[/i] racial by blending in with the forest foliage, moonlight, ample shadows, and again behind another closer tree. She rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/5638]12[/url] for a Stealth (Dexterity) check to attempt to seemingly vanish in the chaos and confusion of battle among the dark woods.
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