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Jorah's arrival at his side was unexpected but not unwelcome, though Goddess help him if the Deer ever heard he held that sentiment. Judging by the way he was still making light of the situation, his fellow House Leader hadn't been harmed yet either. Goddess willing, they'd all stay that way.

[color=ffd700]"I figured a formal invitation to duel would just confuse the poor simpleton,"[/color] Auberon responded to Jorah's prodding, [color=ffd700]"Careful, he's faster than he looks."[/color] A sentiment promptly illustrated when the man outright knocked the spear out of the air. At least the arrow newly embedded in the muscle might slow his swings a bit. It certainly didn't seem to impact the way he moved to bisect Kellen while he ran past, but Michail had interposed himself in front of the blow before Auberon had even seen him move - before he'd even registered the danger of the situation, even.

The fingers wrapped around Auberon's axe tightened to the point of trembling. That was both his housemates targetted now, and Auberon had barely been spared a glance. Was he not worth the effort? Was this fat bastard mocking him? It didn't matter. Retribution would be written in the splattered chunks of brain that leaked from this fiend's skull, whether Auberon cracked it open from the front or behind. He could rush in right now and - no, this guy was smart enough not to fall for a diversion. Perhaps whatever peasant hovel he crawled out of contained a book or two. No amount of ferocity Auberon could put forth would monopolize this brute's attention if even Michail had to dance after him to keep him occupied. The blond would simply have to put himself in a position where the man would have to barrel through him to get to his objective. Somewhere like... right in front of Kellen. Even if he went for Imogen instead, the bandit would be forced to engage Auberon regardless once he and Kellen started lopping off wizardly heads.

[color=ffd700]"Strafe him and aim for his back while he's swinging at us, but don't be scared to take potshots at those mages if you see an opportunity,"[/color] Auberon advised Jorah offhandedly before setting off. The fact that a Leicester had gotten the first notable hit on this guy irked his competitive side more than he would've liked to admit, but if it worked, Auberon certainly wasn't going to discourage it. He rushed in toward the bandit's side, axe low and drawn back to easily telegraph a strike. As he entered melee range, he kept a cautious distance and feinted at the bandit's hamstring to both draw some pressure off Michail and mask his true intentions before peeling off to put one more body between their opponent and Kellen. Once in position, Auberon slowly backpedaled to reduce the odds of Chief Pork Dinner flanking him to get to his target.

[color=ffd700]"You okay? You look like shit,"[/color] He asked innocently without looking back at his housemate. Kellen hadn't been hit, Auberon was sure of it, but that was a [i]lot[/i] of red. Either he was a messy fighter, or that burst of white magic earlier had saved his life. No time to dwell on it though; the boy took up a defensive stance and refocused on the bandit chief. [color=ffd700]"I'll stick close until he charges. Then he's dead."[/color] It was said decisively, with no room for doubt or skepticism. In Auberon's mind, the bandit may as well have already been bleeding out. His faith would see it done.

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