[center][h3]~ The Bandit Camp ~[/h3][/center]

[center][i]Interacted with:[/i] [@VitaVitaAR] [@Raineh Daze] [@HereComesTheSnow][/center]

Jarde was at the ready. Ready to react to whatever the Bandit King was going to do. But Jeremy did not do anything, or rather could not.

Paladin [u]Tyaethe[/u], who was just behind Jarde, spirited behind the Bandit King with her armor gone. Her sword was arced for an overhead slash. Jarde wondered how the Paladin got out of her armor so quickly. Magic? Definitely magic. But now was not the time to ponder [u]Tyaethe's[/u] abilities. They had a large Bandit King to take down.

Next was [u]Sir Gerard.[/u] He had also joined in moments later and, with his longsword, rolled into position on the Bandit King's left side and ready to run through the leader of the brigands. The Bandit King was now outnumbered and outmatched. Just with [u]Gerard[/u] and [u]Tyaethe[/u], Jeremiah's chances of survival, much less victory, were incredibly slim.

But that did not mean Jarde could sit back and relax. Jeremiah's defeat may be certain but he could still inflict a serious injury on a knight, and Jarde preferred if no one got hurt in this little bandit control.

The young knight surged forward, ahead of [u]Fanilly[/u]. [u]Tyaethe's[/u] attack already covered the top and [u]Gerard[/u] the side, Jarde then thought it best to strike at the Bandit King's legs. His sharp sickles aimed at the limbs, intending to cut and rend flesh.