[center][h1]The Bandits[/h1][/center]
Time: Night
Location: Desert
Interactions: [@13org] Nuallán, [@baraquiel] Jomari
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The crocodile demihuman snapped his maw in defiance to Nuallán brazen comment. The ambush had failed and three of their men had been dispatched with ease. The possibility of death crept, sending a shiver across his scales. 

[color=olive]“You only trimmed som fat! We’ll-”[/color] The Crocodile felt something happening below his feet. The rhino nudged him.

[color=silver]“You feel that. That damned magic!”[/color] The rhino demi-human grunted. 

[color=olive]“Move!”[/color] The crocodile shouted. The two pulled apart, from where they had stood as they feared the shifting sands. [color=olive]“We can’t sit and wait! They’re both focused on us!”[/color] And as if on cue, the scorpion burst from the sand beneath Jomari in an attempt to grab him with one of his claws. If it failed, the man would simply be launched from his spot and land further away from Nuallán.

In the same instance, the crocodile used the burst of sand from the scorpion’s emergence to charge Nuallán. He planned to bash the elf with his shield and follow up with a downward slash from his sword. The rhino kept in his position as his body started to glow as it had previously. 

[color=silver]“Your friend should have listened! NOW YOU’LL BOTH DIE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”[/color] The rhino was unusually invigorated as he charged up, becoming brighter and brighter. With his eyes on Nuallán.