It took all of Grahams will power to not swear loudly when the explosion occurred. It was bad enough that the bandits blocked his path, now they were on high alert, which would make sneaking past considerably harder. Graham once again fought back the urge to swear loudly when a giant owl landed nearby and deposited his wood elf companion on the ground before flying off. Jakyn called out to Graham for aid as he poured fire on the enemy, but Graham was already turning to move away from the fight. [i]'Two against eleven? Thanks, but no thanks'[/i] Graham thought to himself as he made his way further into the forest. Someone who landed in a dangerous area and announced their presence to their enemies in so noticeable a fashion deserved everything they got. Graham stopped behind a tree and looked back to see Jakyn burning two of the bandits to death with a second blast of fire. As he watched the elf run for the bridge, Graham decided that just one bolt fired in the Jakyn's assistance wouldn't hurt. Graham pulled out his heavy crossbow and put down a particularly crispy bandit that came out of the camp with a shot to the throat. "My sight must be crooked again" Graham mumbled "That should have been a headshot...Oh well. A kill's a kill".