Tara
*Ellasarra was still busy trying to lump around the tree's corpse, when a bolt exploded against her wing. 
The solid stone was unharmed, but the splints shot off into the wilderness. The would be Aasimar whirled around to the attackes, and angrily huffs, before she summons her magic. 
The stone closes in, turning her upper body into a fortress of its own make, leaving only her eyes and mouth still fleshy and human. 
But as she did, every movement became slower, and her footfalls even heavier. 
She was a moving fortress, heading towards the agrresors.

The wings behind her slowly folded out, and once again her magic takes effect. 
What used to be feathers meant for flying distort and turn into blades the length of a sword. 
Should someone get impaled, the numerous wounds would make them bleed out in seconds. 

Though, despite her scary outwards appearance, she seemed mostly irritated. Not quite hostile, or aggressive. At most annoyed*
Roberto
*Another two bolts impact the stone that Sherlock has hid behind. A command is yelled, and fire stops. Faint, rapid footfalls can be heard, one person at most. 
Swords are drawn, and should Sherlock look over the stone, he'd see that the stone angel is drawing most of their attention for now. 

Another command is yelled and they scatter, the big and heavily amored of the group heading directly for Ellasarra, slowly, while the rest starts to circle them both. 
Though, in addition, if he does look, one of the crossbowmen is aiming at his position, just so he doesnt try anything, and ready to fire if a head pokes out. 

Another two commands are yelled, and something changes in their behaviour. No more footsteps. No more yelling. Or grunting. Only the heavy footfalls of Ellasarra and the metal clinking of the enemy heavy. 

They've gone into hiding*
Brent
*Sherlock took note of the blowing leaves and the metal clunking around with the orders being barked out from the place that Sherlock remembered the bolt came from. Just like any pact of wolfs, he knew well that the member shouting was obviously the leader.*

*Acknowledging this he thought that he had two crossbows aimed at him but seeing that the heavy metallic bird was acting more of a threat than he did which was clear from the heard stepping, he took a chance and tried to find a rock to throw.*

*He would've waited for a time to cause the crossbow wielding man to grow nervous to the point he'd fire any shot. Sherlock should know since he was a hunter and perhaps the man was too, and knowing alike Sherlock continued to wait to grow the bandits nerves akin to a seed growing into a blossom flower.*

*Awaiting for his moment to strike, Sherlock immediately went into a position to be running once he leaves his hidding spot, but before he could he threw the rock behind him to cause the paranoid crossbow man to suddenly look at the general direction, Sherlock rushed like a hound towards the ranger.*

*Once Sherlock noticed the man with the cross had taken aim at Sherlock which he rolled whenever the metal spike was shot luckily just above his body which as he was rolling he was to the height of his knees which caused the projectile to miss him, due to crossbow's slow reload this was his chance to fully charge at the ranger.*

*Finished rolling and being upfront with the bandit with his blade ready to swing it gave the bandit enough time in its final hours to finish reloading, but if he didn't react quickly to Sherlock's prepared strike then the bandits head would roll along the ground like tumbleweed across the green field.*