Rolando
2 meter diameter tree
Lucille
Frowning at his missed shot Alder reloaded his sling as he waited the following cultist to show himself, his path forward blocked off by the stream of fire. Swinging his sling he readied himself to shoot at him as soon as he appeared a tree. Than if that happened preparing to dart off further to the right, bouncing and running off further to avoid melee.
John
*Horace would frown slightly as he saw his arrow imbed itself in the swordsmen's shield. The failure was too be expected, yet still disappointing. A sense of worry came over the elf as the swordsmen continued to charge Mai. Though he'd soon have to turn his attention towards his attackers. They seemed to be boxing him in with the fire cutting off his retreat to the left and the knight pushing him in. Not a good situation, though he still had two options left. 1; Retreat backwards and attempt to shoot the knight while he moved. Or 2; Try to climb the tree before the knight arrives and then shoot the spearmen.*

*A tough choice indeed, but climbing now of all times would leave him open. As such, Horace would draw another arrow, knocking it into his bow, and beginning his retreat backwards. He'd also aim to shoot an arrow at the flaming knight who'd be in the gap between the two trees during his escape.*
``Moved two squares south, then one square east to get behind the tree.``
Darrell
Mai sighed with a little frustration when she saw the man protecting himself with his shield. For now what she could do was at least let him out of the fight, and hope that the rest of the group could deal with the other problem. She continued to walk backwards, looking in the direction of the man, and being careful not to hit any tree. She walked two blocks up and then one to the left. Hopefully, the plan she was forming could perhaps work. If it didn't work? Then she could die, simple. Often, Mai simply improvised while fighting, as she preferred not to assume things and end up doing badly like many people. After all, nobody knows for sure what can happen.

She would set her eyes on the arrow and knife stuck in the man's shield and then turn her attention to him, her right hand taking another knife from her accessory and throwing it at the man. *'This is going to be fun.'* She thought, a smirk forming on her lips. Mai would speak with a calm tone in her voice, although she did not like to speak while fighting, she loved to provoke others in some way.

"Don't you think this is a horrible thing? Burning a village and hanging out with idiots like you and your little friends there? Pfft! What a boring life." She paused for a moment, her fingers stretching as her claws extended. "You better not lose to a woman, huh?"
John
*Seeing to it that everyone was doing their best in this situation, it was now time for Amsu to strike! His cast iron cane that he had slowly unhitched from his side was now firmly gripped by both his hands... And directed towards the bandit to his right. Amsu would jump off the tree and fall towards said bandit to his right. If everything went according to his thoughts, he would be able to get a powerful plunging attack around or on the man's head.*

*After that?... Well... By then he should have his summon fully out, then have it act as a living shield and soldier, while ensuring everyone didn't die in this situation. Hopefully this bandit's head was thick enough, or helmet braced enough, that this hit wouldn't prove to be instantly fatal.*
Pablo
*Alder would continue uninterrupted as Amsu's blow catches the man off guard, landing a direct blow on the hammerman's helmet. He stumbles back, trying to shake off the effects of the blow, then faces his opponent, looking like he's taken a hard blow, which he has.*

"Sneaky Oriate... I'll give you that."


*The man would look almost offended at Mai's words, before getting struck in the leg by the knife. He would grunt in pain, but would continue on. He would be slower though, walking with a slight limp.*

"Those who oppose the flame all burn. As you shall!"

*The swordsman's blade bursts into flames, and he takes a wild, diagonal swing at Mai. The spearman would have fired another spell, but his comrade was simply too close.*

*The summon would continue on, and simply switch targets to Amsu's eldritch apparition, attempting to deliver an overhead strike with it's zweihander.*

*The leader would take note of Horace's disappearance. His hand glows red again, and another stream of flame is launched, hitting the tree that Horace is hiding behind. It's a lot of mana he's using though.*
```Hammer user is injured from Amsu's blow!
Leader is running out of mana!```
Darrell
Mai would watch as the man set the sword on fire. *You're kidding me, right? What did I do to deserve this... Damn it.'* At least the thought would turn into a smirk when the man was hit in the leg. *'So I'm going to have to attack there? With that sword it will be difficult to get close to you.'* She thought. Mai's eyes look around for something that might help her, but she was interrupted when she saw the man attacking her. She would try to dodge the attack with a quick step back. It looked like the situation was one to worry about now. Getting away from the group *That much* Was bad, if she needed help, or the other way around, there would be nothing to do. She would look at him with a look of sarcasm, pretending to be sad.

"Aw, it makes me very sad! After all, a beautiful woman like me shouldn't die, it would be a waste." Mai held on to keep from laughing and continued to talk, hoping she wouldn't be interrupted. "Don't you feel anything? Are you really going to kill a woman? What a coward..."

She would take her penultimate throwing knife and throw it in the direction of the man's leg that wasn't hurt. In case she got it right, Mai would try to sweep kick the man, focusing her claws on his legs. If that didn't work out, well... Mai would have to find a way out of that disadvantage. If he tried to hit her while she was still close to the ground, Mai would try to use her good reflexes to dodge an attack. However, she also had the idea of ​​becoming a panther in mind. So, anything she would just have to focus a little more and she would become a panther. Just as her eyes showed, she was not afraid at that time. She would do anything to win, and she would not hesitate for a moment.
Larry
Will the sword kill her?