Charles
*As Sweet Tooth growls, it still seems happy to recieve affirmation. It wasn't nothing more than these bandits to suffer for taking its witch. There have been many incidents regarding Esme, the duo has not been shy of trouble in the last few months. But no explicit danger has ever befallen them. Perhaps the wisp truly believed that she was untouchable and now that someone... Anyone dares to touch her. They shall pay in a thousand deaths each. At least that is what the little fae likes to think. Who knows if it is seelie or unseelie. Nonetheless, as it feels movement it cannot help but peek its little head out to get a clear picture of the scene.*

*A large man in front of Tarin who's mug looks as though it can intimidate dragons. While Sweet Tooth can only see a portion of it, its enough to know that this guy could do some serious damage. This causes the poor wisp to lose some nerve and retreat back into the sheath.*

**Sweet Toof (Tooth):** "Will save... Will save. No scare now."

*Yet the man does not move as a devilish smirk remains plastered on his face. His gaze unwavering now that he turns his attention to his little lacky who gasps in fright, pointing his crossbow at Tarin. Though the kid looks shaken and it is unlikely he'll get a clear shot even if he wanted to save his boss. As the boy swallows an imaginary lump in his throat, the larger man simply scoffs in utter disgust. Those who are weak should die, those who live in fear should jump head first into its cold embrace.*

**Young Bandit:** "I-... The..." *He starts but is promptly stops as he looks his elder in the eye. It is do or die and given the extreme disadvantage he's in... There is no way he'll get out of this if he doesn't say anything.*
"She's-"

*Before the boy can even finish, the elder tries to disarm Tarin with an underhand swoop. His smirk doesn't fade and in fact evolves to a wicked grin. This man didn't join a group for creed and brotherhood, not even to get rich. No... This is a killer through and through and Tarin is likely the first real challenge he has ever seen his eyes on. The very eyes that likely have watched many die, many innocent souls trapped in his grasp as they faced fear upon reaching a horrid demise. He is likely one of many as well and though the witch is alive, it will be a miracle if she is truly unharmed. *

*Not a word spoken, not a second of hesitation... This man means to kill and if he cannot, gravely injure Tarin and is so bold that he wishes to close the already small gap between them.*

*The boy on the other hand pivot turns and makes an attempt to run off in the direction of the camp. This is not his fight and a man of Tarin's size requires back up. He will not risk his life and most importantly, the mission. He already almost let it slip and there will be hell to pay if this gets to the hire ups. So this is his best option to try and salvage the situation. He is young and dumb with likely no where else to go. Run where? His home is here despite how cruel this life may be.*

**Hunter:** "Smitten by the witch, eh?! My boss already made claim on her." *He taunts, letting out a hearty laugh as adrenaline courses through his now flexing muscles.*
"When he's done with her, we'll let cha know!"
Kim
Tarin waited for the boy to speak, prepared to make a split second decision on what to do based on what's told to him- but, as he sees the eyes of the older man move to the rookie- the boy won't talk. 

He dodged back, the attack narrowly missing his jaw but he managed. As his eyes focused on the elder man he felt his grip tighten around his daggers hilt, a rage building in his very bones. The vile things the man said struck something deep within Tarin's core, the very pit of his being- the boy who used to love, who used to care. Now the monster that overshadows that boy doesn't chose to respond with heartfelt remarks on Esme's behalf- no. 

"***Die.***"

Tarin has faced off against a demi-god, monsters from the Lands Beyond, beasts and giants, warriors and assassins- he has fought more and killed more in one year than these bandits would ever dream of in a lifetime. It's time to prove that point, his overwhelming *Power.* And so, he does.

The cursed man launched forwards. His right hand swinging in a powerful arc, colliding his fist in the chest of the man. The force behind his blow, the same force that challenged Noctis, is beyond mortals. An explosion of powerful winds erupted from the man's body as he is launched backwards towards the camp at speeds near the speed of sound itself.

"***I told you, you had only that one chance.***" He knelt down, grabbing a single small rock out of the dirt below. As be stands back up he takes a quick shuffle step before pitching the rock towards the rookies head- a cannon shot wouldn't even compare.
Charles
*As Tarin reels back the man things this to be an opportunity. So he curls in his own fist to attempt to stun and catch the other off guard if he can land his punch. But there is no amount of resistance training that can prepare him for the blast that is to occur. What happens in mere seconds becomes time-stopping for each bandit. Not a moment is spared where the man is not grinning, likely unaware of his death even when it greets him. For the foolish shall also be deserving of deaths kiss of death. Organs ruptured, spine snapped in two and a hole formed capable of cutting the body into two. What's left of him is an unspeakable mess and only horror can be found here, the boy himself doesn't even look back.*

*He was warned, he was foretold what would happen. But perhaps the young bandit will be reborn with a better hand dealt. As the small object is flung. The last thing the boy can hear is the crack of his own skull before it all turns black. Eternal darkness taking over him, his limp body on the ground with his arms wrapped around his crossbow. Fear was the last thing he felt and his own blood would be the last he tasted. Not a moment was given for him to regret, what is done is done.*

**Sweet Toof (Tooth):** "All done?" *The tiny fae asks from the sheathe it has been residing in.*

*It heard the powerful impact and it is perplexed by the sudden spike in energy. It isn't magic, it would have known if so. Which is why it slowly pokes up its head again. Trying to take a look as to what happened. They didn't get any information and that only makes the wisp more nervous. Anxiously humming, it begins to twiddle its fingers as it looks over at Tarin.*

**Sweet Toof (Tooth):** "Esme close, Esme near, campy-camp." 

*But where in the camp? *

*The wisp is likely spot on with its assumptions. But navigating a camp full of bandits will prove challenging. Tarin could blast his way through. Except with every body dropped and every head missing only adds to the risk. There is nothing stopping these bandits from retaliating and killing her. At some point a mission will not be worth it and though Sweet Tooth is quite smile and childlike. It knows that the more of a fuss they make, could only be Esme's undoing. Which add further panic to its little body as again, it is reminded that its untouchable mother figure has had her wings torn. Pulled by the legs violently from the heavens. A single tear is shed and soon the wisp retreats once more.*

**Sweet Toof (Tooth):** "Call name, summon. Call name, summon..."
Kim
Standing straight up once more the cursed man rolled his shoulder a few times, hoping that action while help him shake some of the regret he felt in having to take the rookie down. In truth he didn't want to but business is business and he cannot let his morality cause him to fail. 

"***With those two buddy, I have a plan, don't worry.***" Reaching a hand back he gently pat Sweet Tooth on the head . "***We'll find her soon buddy, campy-camp is close.***"

Hoping to reassure his little friend Tarin moved quickly, not enough to startle or spook his buddy, but enough so that he is back up in a tree seconds later. He focused his senses on the camp before he heard Sweet Tooth. 

"***What's the matter buddy? Summon? What's that mean?***" Trying to multitask between helping his little pal and gaining whatever information from the camp he can via his senses- smells, sounds, sights, all of it.
Charles
"Miss Esme, scared. Esme kind, help feel better."

*Oddly enough Sweet Tooth's words seem very specific. It's gaze does not waiver and as it does, it points to its own heart before pointing to Tarin. Fae have... A strange way of understanding emotions. Those who could possibly be troubled tend to attract them. Whatever Tarin could have suppressed, the little creature still feels turmoil within. Which is why it emphasizes the importance of being swift as it points to the direction of the camp again.*

*It then nervously hums as Tarin takes off but it's getting used to the speed by name. In doing so, it pokes it's head up and tries to explain what it had said prior.*

"Summon Esme, real name, no work. Last rewort (resort), summon big guardian."

*This new information may complicate things. Who cares for the bandits. But if this guardian is massive and can appear if the witch is in trouble. Then bigger problems are afoot here. Or perhaps it is just Sweet Tooth's imagination. Either way, it grows increasingly uneasy as it hangs on within the sheath.*

"Momma momma not happy..." *It continues to mumble. But Tarin can get a sense that... It may not be talking about his target.*
"Summon, destroy... Momma momma not happy..."