Fer heard the call.  It seamed that even in other worlds, using knowledge of the local nature was exploited by rangers and scouts.  Though the young hero was not versed on the local fauna, he was sure that a nocturnal animal would not be so easy to give away his position to prey and predator.  Even animals such as Owls would only use their calls when completely necessary.  As it was, the nature around them knew that something was amiss.  The usual sounds of natures had been missing.

This meant that the sharp whistle of the arrows as they sped towards their target was audible enough for even novices such as them to hear it.  Their closeness to the action allowed them to even hear audible thumps as the arrows silently ended the lives of the guards.  Used as he was to seeing death, the young shield hero still shook his head at seeing lives ended this manner.

However, he was sure that the people whose lives just ended, would not have any remorse in ending his or Cole’s life.  Who knew how many lives, innocent or not, their hands had already ended.  Life was cruel wither in this world or back on his own. 

Marcino sure knew his stuff.  The bodies slumped away from the entrance.  This would prevent any onlooker from noticing the dead bodies before it was time.  Fer felt his sword bearing companion move.  He hoped that his lovely winged warrior would have no need of his protection as she covered their rear.  As it was, he was sure that newbies such as he and Cole would probably need more protecting. 

Fer followed Cole quickly covering the gap between he woods and the cave’s entrance.  He gave the dead guards a closer inspection ensuring they were truly dead but the old mercenary knew his job.  The guards probably never even knew they had died.  The young hero wondered if there was any sort of belief in the afterlife in this world.  His eyes shifted from the dead bodies to the cave. 

The light of the cooking fire enough for him to see the inside.  He heard sounds behind him and glancing back took note that Marcino and Auriel would be covering the rear.  Looking back he noticed multiple bandits eating dinner.  

[color=f26522]"Surrender or die. You face The Heroes of the Sword, and shield. We will show you mercy in the name of the Kingdom if you throw down your weapons."[/color]

The young shield hero sighed inwardly.  Cole, ever the good person was giving them an honorable chance to back down.  They had lost the benefit of a surprise attack.  However, one has to role with he punches.  To help drive the point that it would be a bad idea to fight them, Fer quietly puts up his left forearm and quietly say [color=0054a6]“Morph shield: Tower shield”[/color]

The green gleam is evident to all as his brazer suddenly materializes a shield.  Being veteran enough to not be intimidated by the flashy display, the bandits jump to action.  Marcino, true to his experience, puts an arrow down the troat of a would be alarm giver preventing more people from coming. 

That is, until Cole unleashes a power attack at the assaulting bandits.  Two go down easily.  A slight tinge of jealousy is felt by Fer who has yet to acquire any sort of usable skills for his shield.  He wished he would have had more time for research from what Auriel found out.  Still, he is not empty handed and moves to Cole’s left to cover his flank.  

He used his shield with a bashing maneuver on one of the two.  His motion would also require them to separate to get Cole.  This would hopefully give Cole the opportunity of doing a one on one confrontation.  Fer was using the same technique he had used with the orange balloon monsters.  His aim was to cover Cole's flank as he slashed.  He hoped that their previous collaboration would be fruitful.  The cave’s layout enabled them to block the entrance and limit anybody going around them.

The Shield hero felt the whack of the sword the bandit swung at him, deviating the strike and hopefully getting him off balance.  He would now move to Cole’s right allowing his partner to strike at the open bandit while Fer covered any strike coming from the other side. The dance of death had started.