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	The warrior didn't step out, didn't engage any of the bandits. He was either so stubborn and selfish as to retreat, or dealing with his own set of problems because of this chaos. Jakyn was angered, either way. He could hear a gruff voice call out in the distance, screeching, [color=ed1c24][i]"Oi! Get the knife-ear! Stop them from crossin' that bridge!"[/i][/color]. There was too much attention being drawn towards the wood elf, he wouldn't be able to deal with this many bandits focusing their weaponry on him.

	Jakyn conjured magic into his hands one last time, blasting forth another wave of hissing hell-flame onto the goons advancing in front of him. The two previously burnt thugs fell quickly, their legs collapsing under them, and their sticky clothes peeling away to reveal scared and broken skin. The smell of burning skin and hair disgusted Jakyn... yet also enticed a horrible urge of his. [color=f7941d][i]'There is no time for such depravities'[/i][/color], the wood elf thought to himself. The third bandit began to stumble, his abdomen burnt and nearly liquefied by the warlock's onslaught. He seemed alive, however.

	Jakyn made quick haste to start crossing the bridge. The wood elf's cloak flew behind him as he sprinted, his boots clattering and legs pumping towards the other side of the ravine. He began to desperately hope that he may simply out-run anymore crossbow bolts; the one in his shoulder was beginning to sting and make his arm go numb.

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[color=f7941d][i]Burning Hands[/i] :: attack on the three bandits[/color]

[color=f7941d]Jakyn moves 35 feet to the other side of the bridge.[/color]
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