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Niall winced and let out a small gasp when he realized he had underestimated Annagan. That monster of a man was tougher than he thought, still on his two feet after the knight's flurry of attacks and now about to hit him. It was lucky then that this was when Fio strike came causing the bandit to miss his attack and sending Niall falling on the ground further. The knight caught his landing, hand on the side as he immediately straightened himself back into a combat position.

The man's insults didn't seem to affect Niall at all, who elected to just ignore them. At this moment, Niall hesitated between going for the men leaving or Annagan, but ultimately figured that Fio and Luna could handle these ones and that keeping Annagan busy here was the most useful thing to do for now. 

[color=firebrick]"You sent your men to die."[/color] he simply said looking straight at the bandit as he approached. Right then, a thick, dark mist emanated from Niall's Lance as they were plunged in the dark. Niall dodged the hammer barely due to his wound, and jump up and back onto a nearby tree branch. There, in silence, he Annagan while recuperating a bit of his own stamina. 

[i]He is stronger. Going at him straight on is not the way to go. Fortunately, I happen to be well suited for this...[/i]

Annagan would hear a whistling sound coming from the trees, but Niall would already have moved by then. Gwdihw, his pet owl familiar, would fly by the bandit's head to disorient him with the flaps or it's wing first front, then from the back. Eventually, Niall would go for an attack. Taking his words at heart, the knight elected to do the exact [i]opposite [/i] than stand and fight; hit and run. He would dash in from the darkness and deliver a quick, precise hit to his enemy and keep going, out of reach. Every time the knight passed by him, Annagan would hear his cape in the wind like the flapping of a bird's wrings, and Gwdihw would then pass from another angle to confused the big man. 

If he didn't die from a thousand cuts, then he would be at least stuck here until his companions dealt with the lesser bandits.