Judy
As all present battled it out with one another, the yellow hue of the leader's spell insantly vanished at the flick of his hand, and in that same instant he lobbed another red spell- this time aiming for Trapper instead. No matter how fast the wolf may have been, the spell managed to slam into Trapper's side, sending him flying to the ground around 10 feet away. He laid unmoving, but Richard would see his flank gently moving up and down to signify he was still breathing. Nevertheless, he seemed incapacitated.

With the wolf out of the way, the leader swung his sword down on Odilia, but the other two bandits facing Richard were momentarily blinded by the dirt and sand in their eyes. Throwing their hands up to their faces, the two began to swing wildly, given they were unable to see. With them both blinded, they were practically free targets, and Richard would be able to quickly down another bandit, leaving only the leader and a single lackey. Before the Wolf of Greenheart would be able to down the other, the bandit cleared his eyes and got into a more defensive position.
Richard
Odilia let out a gasp as the leader swung the sword, prompting her to unsheathe her own. She held it in front of her, allowing the other man's blade to make loud contact with hers. She grunted, struggling to hold it still as she attempted to overpower him. Her feet ever so slowly began to slide backwards, nearing the yellow magic that coated the ground. Finally, she managed to break through, gaining the upper hand by stepping forward and pushing his sword back towards him.

"Wolf, are you alright?" She managed to call out, her violet eyes shifting over towards him out of sheer concern. Although she had her own fight to win, that didn't stop her from worrying about her new companion.
Patricia
*Upon seeing his beloved companion (Trapper) go down, he shouted, a mix of fear, desperation and rage, and continued his assault on the bandit in front of him, unleashing several devastating blows. His face was snarled like a fearsome beast, giving new meaning to his nickname. He would push the bandit back, keeping him on the back foot and pushing him towards the bandit's leader.*

"I'll kill you! You got Trapper, I'll kill you!" *He couldn't loose Trapper. No, he had been with him since Heartford burned, he was the closest thing he had left to a family. Loosing him, he couldn't bear it. He had to save the poor wolf.*
Stephen
*Arnvald would look out, sighing from the boredom he was facing. For the past few days Arnvald had been on the trail, heading towards his destination of Capital. Normally, he'd encounter some form of trouble, but up to this point nothing. It was like he had a dryspell. Suddenly though, he'd hear it. Yelling, and swords clashing. Giving his horse Blinder two pats, he'd stop and get off the horse. The sounds were coming from his right. Drawing his bow, he'd move towards the sound, stopping behind a tree once he spotted the group. He'd see what appeared to be two groups, one he quickly identified as a gang of bandits. He had heard stories of them roaming the woods from other passerbyers, and he knew he had to help. 
Drawing an arrow from his quiver, the archer would nock it in his bow, aiming for the bandit closest to him (the leader) and would pull back the arrow, taking in a breath, and releasing the arrow, sending it flying from the woods.*
Judy
Thankfully, Trapper wasn't dead by the looks of it, and as he heard his master call out for him all he could manage was a painful howl before he went silent once more. If nothing more, it told Richard he was alive. With only two left, the leader began to back away slowly. The only other bandit standing clashed with Odilia, and as the leader did the same with Richard, he'd suddenly go stiff, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. From Richard's perspective, it would be as if he had turned to stone. From, Odilia's the same, but for Arnvald, his target was hit clean in his back, right where the heart would be from the other side. With nothing more than a gutteral sigh, the leader fell to the ground, revealing the arrow in his back to Odilia and Richard.

The final bandit stopped as he watched his leader die, and in almost an instant he dropped his sword and fell to his knees, his hands raised in fear as he began to tremble. "I- I-..." The man stuttered, and Odilia would soon be able to tell the man now fearing for her life was a fellow tiefling, red skinned with strangely small horns barely poking out from his hood. "Sp- spare me! Please!"
Stephen
*Arnvald would sigh, the conflict seemed to have ended for the most part. He knew that this could get messy though, deciding his exit from the background should be prepared, but not hostile. Arnvald would reach into his quiver and grab another arrow, nocking it. He wouldn't have it pulled back, just prepared to if neccesary. Stepping out from the woods, he'd approach the two, still keeping his distance. Calling out to the group, he'd attempt to keep his tone calm and serious, but friendly nonetheless.* 
"Are you all alright?" *He'd call out, hoping that the others wouldn't attempt to put him down.*
Patricia
*Upon seeing the death of the bandit leader, he rushed out to Trapper, cradiling the wolf's head in his arms* "Its alright, I'm here boy." *He immediatly set about with first aid, assessing Trappers injuries. Thankfully it had been a glancing blow, and most of the force had glanced downward, but even so the poor wolf almost certainly had several broken ribs., and he could only pray that the internal organs were intact. He continued looking Trapper over. A few minor cuts and scrapes, but nothing major. But his front left leg was broken. He took a closer look. Thankfully just a minor fracture, should heal fine over a few weeks, but nonetheless he pitied Trapper, as he was in no doubt a lot of pain. He grabbed a nearby tree branch, and, after setting the bone straight as he could, pulled a spare bandage from his pocket and tied it as a splint. He doubted Trapper could walk very easily though.*

*He slowly stood up, wincing in pain from his own shoulder, before asking Odilia* "Are you hurt?" *He walked over, paying no mind to the running bandit. He wanted to make sure everyone was alright. If she needed first aid it was best to be applied quickly. 'Help others before yourself' his dad had always told him. He whirled around when he heard Arnvald speak, cursing himself letting a third group of people sneak up on him. Although he quickly recognized he was likely the one responsible for the arrow in the bandit leader's back. "Yeah I'm alright" *He said despite his bleeding shoulder.* "But we need to get Trapper to a healer quick!"