Glenda
**The Drow, as he was rearing to go, had a moment of pause as his gaze twisted toward two of the nine who had been thrown up onto a ceiling— removed from the fight. Joining him from behind him, a rather well built Tiefling woman. Baldwin's brows furrowed, before he scoffed.** "I think you've just skewed the odds against them." **The Drowish Barbarian spoke thus, before narrowing his eyes to the five he had been speaking too.** "Alright, toots. Show me what you can do." **Baldwin would open his Bag of Holding, before revealing one of the weapons from his arsenal. For this task, he would reveal a pair of wooden sticks with handles by their sides which the people of Khisfire referred to as a "Tonfa". Now holding the pair in both hands, he would now begin approaching the five...**
Michael
**The Sun Elf leader of this crew had been surprised, and furthermore, royally pissed. He would hold his scimitar up, pointing it at the pair.** "Strew their guts across the street!" **He would shout, before the seven of the remaining nine would now move onto Baldwin and Imlerith.**

**Imlerith, now having drawn her greatsword, would have two of the bandits from the four that originally flanked Baldwin from behind come after her. One of them had been garbed in a thick amount of clothes, holding a scimitar, while the other one, another Sun Elf, had a rope and dart.**

**The bandit with the rope and dart maintained a distance. Beginning to spin the rope, generating momentum, he'd launch the dart at Imlerith, attempting to aim and pierce her centre mass; the heavily garbed bandit, with their scimitar, would rush ahead after the dart was launched. Flourishing their blade, once close they would drop to their knees, sliding forwards as they'd attempted to gut the Tiefling— one swift motion in attempts to bisect the woman.**

**These bandits were a lot more skilled then one could anticipate.**
Glenda
**Meanwhile, with Baldwin...**

**...Two bandits rushed forwards with spears. They'd attempt to stick him in the chest with their superior distance, thrusting, but the Drow would lean forwards and roll along the sand ground. A aura shimmered around his form, as he had activated the gem piece that was on his chest— the Artificer tool creating a Mage Armour for the Drow. Rolling into a crouched position, the two spear tips over his head, Baldwin's back foot pushed against the ground to launch himself, extending the tonfa's out, utilizing their offensive capabilities to slam into both their guts.**

**The impact made was loud— the wind knocked out of the pair as they couldn't help but be stunned. Baldwin would rise up, flipping the tonfas so that they'd line against his forearms, he would then bash one across the temple with the tonfa which lined his forearm, before twisting and punching the other spearmen across the jaw.**

**The Drow made a husk laugh— Oh how he enjoyed blissful violence!**