[center][h3]BATTLE![/h3][/center]

[b]Western Street[/b] [@Enalais][@Typical]
Front Line
[list][*]2x Bandits[/list]
Back Line
[list][*]1x Bandit Archer
[*][s]1x Bandit Archer[/s] ([color=ed1c24]Einar +5 EXP[/color])
[*]1x Bandit [color=ed1c24][b](New!)[/b][/color][/list]

[@Savo]
The young mercenary would be met with a formation of some sort by the bandits. Though he would manage to dig his blade into the bandit archer, he would find another turning the corner with an axe in hand. Though his blade would fell the Bandit Archer, he was suddenly being turned on. The other archer had not the time to focus on him, but the new Bandit would lock blades with him, a clumsy, but hefty strike going straight for his head.

Alnard along with those others present would spot the young swordsman diving into the fray from an unexpected angle. This was a prime chance to bring the fight to them.

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[b]Stables[/b]
[color=ed1c24]ENEMY[/color]!
[list][*]Bandit Archer[/list]
[@Yankee]
The young lady finding herself in a new situation she had not counted on so soon in her little journey was met with a Bandit Archer. Aiming her bow, she would find a good angle that didn't put the damsel that the bandit was trying to wring for goods in danger. Moreover he had not yet noticed her. This was a prime chance. One arrow would be all it takes, in the right place. But should she fail to land her mark, the other bandit too was an archer, and a counter-attack would be inevitable. The flames around her soared, and the noise did little to calm her nerves.