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On some level, Jorah was thoroughly cowed by the sight of the bandit with the axe going absolutely gangbusters on Auberon and everything nearby, but to his surprise more than anyone else’s, his feet stayed firm. He recognized the danger, knew it should - and did - scare the shit out of him, but he didn’t falter; for his fear was drowned out like a whisper in a crowd by the bright, screaming aura emanating from Auberon. The Lion didn’t even flinch - he was [i]excited[/i] for the chance to test his mettle against a raving heretic. It was enough to embolden even Jorah, to the point that he found himself breaking ranks, circling around to the side in order to get a clearer shot on the bandit without as much risk of shooting Auberon. 

[color=FFAB66]“To your left!”[/color] he cried, repeating a hunter’s warning as he drew his bow. But rather than mess with the axeman, Jorah took aim at the man accompanying him. Unlike the others, he didn’t recognize the man; he simply aligned his sights and shot, loosing another two arrows in quick succession for good measure. 

However, a commotion behind them caught Jorah’s attention, a scream and a spike of someone else’s shock jolting him. He whirled around to see another wyvern charging at the rest of the party, Michail fending it off as Isolde and Derec were fallen upon by more soldiers. 

Caught between an axeman and a wyvern, Jorah spun back and forth comically for a moment, his prior religious fervor chastened by uncertainty. [color=FFAB66]“Look out!”[/color] he called, loosing a few arrows in Isolde and Derec’s direction, as well. However, they landed wide, splintering loudly against a building to their side; an intentional miss, it being too risky to shoot at the bandits with his comrades just beyond. 

[color=FFAB66]“HEY!”[/color] Jorah yelled to get the bandits’ attention, nocking another arrow. Unsurprisingly, it worked; however, Jorah hadn’t really planned that far ahead. Saints dammit, he always had to be the centre of attention, didn’t he? Couldn’t lay that to rest for a single second?! 

Well, now he was committed. And alone. And being stared down by angry bandits. [color=FFAB66]“Yeah! You!”[/color] he called again, sending a few more poorly-aimed arrows downrange for good measure. His nerves must have been getting to him, because against his intention, one of them actually hit; however, the bandit must have had a breastplate, because the arrow exploded into splinters on impact. Shit. Hopefully his compatriots would take the hint and use their opening before the bandits sicced another wyvern on him - or clobbered him themselves.

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