"Well, Severo. What do you think? Should we talk, or let the stunted one charge in to distract them?"

The Estalian mused for a moment - a moment he knew he didn't really have - and ignored the obvious and overt jab at the Dwarfs, as any serious man would have done. Silently he watched the exchange between the cocksure Kislevite and the unseen bowman, only starting forward once one of two arrows took the dolt in his chest, not even caring as one of the few male ice mages (and not even a trained one at that) slashed the 'enemies' position.

"Balgrim...Vargni..." he espied the Middenlander and gestured for him as well, making his words as loud as possible, "and Meinhardt, comb these woods and flush them out."

Now they would see exactly what the unseen foe were made of, the two Dwarfs and the one man fanning out and soon heading toward the trees...