Faeril wanted to scream.

Everything was going exactly in the way he had specifically requested that it [i]didn't[/i]. First, Lorcan once again proved his penchant and inability to shut the fuck up by giving him a long winded explanation of the risks and flaws of the plan to wait and scavenge what was left. No shit the bandits might stay in the town longer than they could stay in the woods, or they wouldn't find anything, or they would run into the bandits later. It was better than trying to fight [i]armored men with crossbows[/i] while dressed in fucking rags and wielding nothing more than their guts and manacles. But at least the giant wasn't a complete idiot. He was trying to set up a distraction to overwhelm one or two of them. That at least had some merit.

Well, it did have some merit until Emmaline, the crazy bitch, went running out towards the bandits and wailed. Faeril reached out a hand a second too late as she sprinted out of the woods. All he did to let his incredulous anger be known was a vehemently whispered, "Fucking bitch." He stayed behind his tree, taking a deep breath. 

That technically counted as a distraction, if you thought that bringing attention to where your entire group was and not giving them a chance to get in position to actually take advantage of anything you did was an actual distraction. But hey, maybe they would have gotten lucky and the bandits would have taken her off for some entertainment. Then they could have overwhelmed the remaining ones, if they were truly desperate. But no, of course they couldn't just let that happen. Lorcan had to display his apparent obsessive need to speak and make loud noises again. The giant started crawling as noisly as posssible, then stopped and yelled like a godsdamned idiot after Emmaline. Then he turned himself into a fucking tree, because apparently facing the consequences of his own actions were too much. 

The burrahob realized as quickly as he had that they were going to have to fight the bandits now. He gave a small nod to her as she disappeared once again, presumably to go help out Emmaline. Or maybe to run away. That would be the smart thing to do, since they were all going to be dead in about five minutes. At least Reyvadin was getting ready to do something that wasn't completely stupid. Faeril got ready himself, picking up a fist sized rock from the ground around him. It wasn't much, but maybe he could stun one of the bandits and grab his knife. It was a shitty plan, but at least it was [i]a[/i] plan.

Radek was providing an actual distraction. Faeril made a note to be on good terms with the burrahob and him. They were the only three that knew how to do things properly. The dual distractions worked out well enough. Two crossbowmen were heading into the woods towards Lorcan and Reyvadin, which was a good enough chance for the three of them to take them out with the element of surprise. Maybe the prisoners, all four of them that were left at anyrate, would be emboldened enough to attack when they did. Mutterings and shifting were good signs at least. Hopefully. Faeril sent a prayer to Woegrim to grant them strength and watched carefully from the shadows. 

His eyebrows rose in confusion as Emmaline threw herself at the apparent leader and kissed him. She was crazy. The gods had cursed her with madness, and now they were all going to have to pay for it. There wasn't any time to focus on that, as the smaller of the two bandits was close. Faeril carefully pulled back and threw the rock with all his might at the head of his enemy. Without giving himself time to think and stop, he rushed forward and threw himself with all his might at the bandit and the knife he was carrying.

[hider=rolls]
Perception: 5

Attack: 6 Faeril threw a fist sized rock at the head of the bandit Lorcan isn't attacking.

Strength: 5 Faeril is trying to wrestle the knife from the bandit that Lorcan isn't attacking. [/hider]