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[color=598527]"Hahah, alright want to bet? How about we up the stakes a bit? I'm sure Shael would love to talk to you."[/color] Cecilia gave Lein a rough slap on the back in response as Serenity, cool as ever, moved out of their grasp.[color=598527]"One arrow each to-"[/color]She was about to raise the takes, but it seemed Fanilly was finally issuing them some orders. Scouting was definitely in her repertoire thanks to Shael and the overall orders were nothing fancy and fairly standard fare for orders. Fine by her, she wasn't particularly eager to carry out some difficult special orders and was perfectly fine just doing the bare minimum.

Which, is why, she was quite despondent to see the crashed cart and injured man in need of medical aid. 

Cecillia grabbed her bow, an arrow swiftly knocked as the others vocalized their concerns.

Any mercenary worth their salt would easily recognize such a trap. That only left them to figure out where they'd be coming from. Behind? No, she hadn't seen anything and her eyes were far from terrible. Ahead? It was quite an uneven path so perhaps, but then it'd make a poor ambush. It seemed her and Serenity had quickly come to the same conclusion. The trees were the most likely avenue for ambush. And it seemed, they would be proven correct. Not only from above, but from the sides of the road and deep in the forest too, more shadows of men made themselves known.

Perhaps another archer might have side stepped or avoided the one falling on them.

Cecil, though, had other plans that Shael wasn't going to like.

[i]Clang[/i]

[i][b]"OW. CECIL!?"[/b][/i]

The bandits blade met Shaeal's bow, striking against it as the archer smirked at her assailant.

[i][b]"Do I look like a SHIELD?! if there's a [i]SINGLE[/i] dent or nick I'm going to [i]THROW[/i] you off the nearest cliff!"
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[color=598527]"Love you too~"[/color]

The bandit, understandably confused by this sudden confession in the middle of combat, would suddenly find Cecil's boot slamming right into his gut. He stumbled backwards from the force of the kick as she'd spin on her heels. In a swift motion the bowstring was pulled, the whistle of wind as the arrow sailed through the air giving a bandit that had been coming up behind her a new forehead decoration as he'd immediately slump to the ground.

[color=598527]"I dunno about you guys, but tea parties aren't anything special!"[/color] Cecillia shouted in response to her comrades levity, a third rogue getting far too close for comfort and far too close to use Shaeal as a defensive instrument as the heavy axe struck downwards, a moment of bewilderment as it hit nothing but air as Cecil maneuvered herself behind him, three arrows quickly knocked in succession, the twang of a bowstring as three arrows perforated the bandits chest cleanly puncturing his heart and other vitals.

[color=598527]"Maybe if Serenity or Shanil invited me to a private one, though!"[/color] A swift heel turn and another arrow would meet the forehead of the bandit she had kicked, sending him to the ground mere seconds after he had managed to recover. [color=598527]"How are you faring, Captain Fanilly?!"[/color] She'd shout, perhaps just a bit concerned for the well being of their inexperienced captain.