Fer gave a slight smirk. Despite the impending hard fight that was sure to befall the party, he could not help but be tickled by Auriel's maternal and firm direction to action.  He did a  mock salute. Despite this, he was also excited to see her in actual combat. She had been their coach and advisor all this time. She had kept to the sidelines to try and let the Heroes develop on their  own. This time however, he was sure that she would be front and center dealing death and mayhem.  No matter what one's beliefs and moral compass, death was death and weapons knew nothing of mercy or control. A gaping would would be the same weather it was delivered by a saint or by a demon. Some primordial sense inside Fer wanted to see the usually calm in controlled Auriel in the heat of battle. His cheeks reddened a little. 

He made his way to the outside listening to Cole's veiled  concern for him. He patted the sword on the shoulder. [color=0054a6]"Hey man, I am confident of what I am able to do. but even if I am not, you worry about the fight. Once we are in it, keeping tabs on everybody will be really hard."[/color] He knew from first hand experience how harrowing and chaotic battles where. There was a saying [i]no plan survives first contact.[/i]

He gave Ariel a wink and set about trying to fashion whatever trap he could that would not require very much time and would be simple enough. He ended up able to make only three which where on the doorways between fences.  As the door was opened, a branch under tension would be released and strike anybody about thigh or groin level. This would at the very least cause the bandits to move slowly which would give Fer some time.  

He was finishing up the last one when he heard Cole call out a warning of approaching enemies. Fer made his way towards the edge of the barn and peeked around. He saw the horse and picked up a few decent size stones. If he hit the horse at the back, it might run wild and hurt some of the closer. The distance was too great however and instead he picked another target, something closer, like a bandit who sported no helmet. 

He hoped that his arm was still in good order. He aimed carefully and let the rock fly. The man's eye would be the target. The force would be enough to seriously wound the man. The battle had begun....