Hazel
*Ja'nari was traveling through the marsh wearing her cloak which threw out the possibility of hiding and acting like a normal house cat. As she was strolling through the marshlands she caught the very potent and fresh scent of spilled blood on the ground, of course being curious and fairly hungry the feline decides to follow the smell and see if she could get an easy meal.*

*Upon coming across the scene Ja'nari watches a groups of people firing arrows onto a man hiding behind a rock along with a corpse laying on the ground an arrow protruding from his skull, she was unsure why or or who the people firing the arrows were but she decided that she was going to help the man that was out numbered, maybe turning one of what she thinks are bandits into a fairly easy meal.*

*The alfiq quickly casts an invisibility spell before running behind the man in the back of the group and pouncing onto his back. Being about the size of a bobcat she was able to bring him to the ground where she bites into his jugular while clawing at his back. After taking a few quick drinks she casts another invisibility spell and runs up a small tree nearby to get a vantage point allowing her to correctly asses the situation before making her next move.*
Bruce
*From where Ja'nari stood, the bandits seemed to be a mixture of Orcs on the ground, and Bosmer and Nords in the trees. They seemed to be picking off travelers going into Morthal, and perhaps those that were traveling out. The man behind the rock, Kalil, conjured a small cloud of lightning in his hands, and shot out another arc from behind the rock. The lightning flickered, blinking in and out of existence, but in the moment it had leapt, an Orc was blasted backwards, falling against the ground. Not dead, but stirring up a cloud of dirt where he fell. With a roar, he brandished his battleaxe, and charged the rock again. Kalil realized that he wouldn't be able to launch another bolt in time, and opted to withdraw his Nordic Carved greatsword, inscribed with his name.*

*With a flourish, Kalil slid out from behind the rock, charged the Orc. Short, for an elf, but average height for a man, he was dwarfed by the Orc. But that also allowed for him to sweep his weapon close to the ground, and with a spin, he slashed the sword into the Orc's knees, toppling his foe. But an arrow lodged itself into his shoulder, and while his armer softened the blow, he felt the tip slide into his collar bone, warm blood running over his skin, followed by a coppery smell.*

"Damn it, by the Nine." *Kalil cursed, but he had an idea, sliding his sword into the sheath on his back. He darted to the nearest tree, guessing there was a Bosmer in the tree. With his palms lighting up in a searing, purple light, he slammed his palms on either side of the tree's trunk. A massive bolt ran up the tree, and while it didn't hurt his opponents, or the tree (much) the wood split with a thundrous crack, the soundwave painfully hurting the pointed-ears of the Bosmer. And regrettably, Kalil. The blast knocked him backwards, but the Bosmer were disoriented enough that by the time Kalil caught his footing, he could take cover behind another tree, his sword now back in his hands.*
Hazel
*Ja'nari watched the events unfold from her perch on a tree wondering to herself if she should see how many the man can take on himself, but she decides that he might be useful in some sort of way.*

*Ja'nari jumps from her tree to the one the bosmer was sitting atop, somewhat taking them by surprise still she jumps from a higher branch casting vamperic drain on them before coming into contact where she claws at his eyes causing them both to fall out of the tree onto the ground.*

*After bringing down another the alfiq quickly runs to the tree the man is hiding behind and looks at him asking*"Seems like you made yourself a target for them one way or another."
Melanie
*With a sigh, Kalil looking to Ja'nari,* "Yeah, they might have spotted the silk on my back. Normally people realize it's just moth silk, but some pay good septims for a collectible." *Kalil had one more target, a lone Orc wielding two swords. His own greatsword might be ill-suited to fight against someone with two swords, but his lightning would be hot enough to disarm at least one of his target's hands. His ears twitched as he heard the Bosmer bodies get turned over by the Orc, accompanied by a loud roar.*

"Would you be able to provide a quick distraction for the straggler? Maybe we can make conversation then. Unless I'm *Your* Next target," *He began charging up a lightning spell, the flickering light between his fingers growing brighter by the second. The smell of petrichor accompanied the growing intensity of the light. If the alfiq proved to be trouble, he could launch the lightning now, and risk giving away his position. But if they agreed to help, they could take the last enemy down in one move.*