In a mere matter of moments, everything that could have possibly gone wrong had gone horribly, horribly wrong. "It's the damned owl!," one of the bandits called out, only for the camp to suddenly erupt into flames and cause a mass panic within the ranks of the bandits. Suddenly an explosion rippled through the air as one of the tents containing the bandits' black powder went off, taking four bandits with it and creating a breach in the makeshift stockade. It was only the words of the of the drawf that had stopped a full route of the banditry. 

"Oi! Get the knife-ear! Stop them from crossin' that bridge!" 

His bearded fury turned towards the old man, believing him to have deceived them and attempted to distract them. "Ya think you can get the best of Krackow the Grudge-Killer!?," he shouted throwing his dagger at the old man. The dagger embedded itself within Gale's shoulder and the dwarf took out a longsword and egged on the old man, "Come at me, git!"

Meanwhile, Jakyn stood deathly still as the magic died away from his fingertips, the bandits in front of him having lunged away from his bout of flame. As they began to stand again, the warlock could see that parts of their clothes were singed, and that raw, pink skin was beginning to bubble up were the fire did strike. They turned to him in a fury, bringing up the sights of their crossbows as a third low-life joined the encounter with his own.

The warlock heard the familiar sound of an arrow being released from a point of tension, and instinctively, Jakyn fell to his stomach. The arrow whizzed above his ground-level head; that would of hit him straight in the gut if he hadn't fallen. The wood elf threw up his cloak around himself, and started rolling as the fabric flipped confusingly about him. Another arrow shot towards him, only to stick harmlessly into the fabric of his dancing cape. Jakyn finally bounced up to his feet as he waited for the third crossbow, the bridge swaying and creaking ominously under him. The third arrow found it's mark, embedding itself deep into Jakyn's shoulder. He winced at the pain, the digging sensation of a crude piece of metal burrowing through his clothing and ending within him. The bandits began to quickly reload their weaponry, the warlock yelling, [color=f7941d][i]"Human warrior, please, come out and aid me!"[/i][/color] His mind raced for a solution.

>It is now Jakyn's turn