Before Sylvia could even say anything to reassure the girl, or even get her to the safety of the cart, she was shot by an arrow. Shocked by the sight before her, she looked up to see the laughter. Anger swelled within her own heart, and she let out a growl of her own. Spinning her own staff in her hand, in anticipation of the battle ahead, she nodded in agreement with Pylia, and she too shouted just as Shortfang gave his own roar. 

In a blink of an eye she already charged at one of the bandits, the one who was holding a crossbow. She swung her quarterstaff at the bandit in an attempt to clock him in the head, before trying to kick the man in the gut. 

[hider=Roll them bones!]Quarterstaff attack: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/14743]12[/url]
Unarmed Strike: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/14744]24[/url]

Quarterstaff Damage: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/14745]10[/url]
Unarmed Strike Damage: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/14746]4[/url][/hider]