The satyr growled audibly at the twofold cruelty. "I can deal with the rapist from here. Get down there and do your thing. I will check into the cave. I have a specific bone to pick with the fatty. They stole the food I gave that girl and are trying to kill her." From the cliff, he focused on the man about to rape the woman. He popped the cork on his bottle and seemed to magically draw up a couple ounces of alchool into a small neat sphere in the air between his clawed fingers.

"Those you love will cry, those you hate will laugh, join those of your ire and become what you never desire." His hand snapped closed into a fist, the alcohol dissipating into a sickly green mist, blasting the man with eldritch energies and causing his body to transform into exactly two things: a woman and the race he hates most. Then, Kistal took one look down the cliff, seeing footholds to use. He ignored the rope and took the expedient route, jumping along the cliff face, using his supernatural balance and jumping to get him to the ground. He angled his descent to the cave and ended by leaping off the face and dropping on top of the fat man, leading his fall with the spear to attempt to impale and kill the target of his hate.

Chihiro took her position, drawing two spears and settling her breathing. "One hundred yards, two shots...got it." She drew one spear and drew back her arm, aiming her throw with her thumb and index finger on the free hand. She didn't need magic to make the shot normally, so she opted to avoid it in case of over penetration. She let the first spear loose and immediately grabbed her second one, aiming it at the second archer. She let the other one fly shortly after.

Assuming nothing odd happened, the spears would hit their intended targets as it was well within her practiced range and far from the maximum range of her spears. Chihiro crouched low to see the results of her attempts, readying two more spears in case of something happening. She was also awaiting the signal of the infiltration party.