Kim
"***Sorry little buddy, I won't do that again unless I have to ok? I forget not everyone is accustomed to that like I am.***" Tarin had said quietly to Sweet Tooth after coming to a stop at the treeline. He felt a little bad that he'd spooked the poor thing so badly for the second time, he really needs to work on that. But, once the wisp said pounce the cursed man reached a hand back and patted the little wisp on the head a few times. "***Thats right buddy, pounce. Hold on tight-***"

*Enough playing around, get the information you need, time is waisting.*

His grip around the scouts mouth tightened- the scout could feel their jaw beginning to fracture- while the hand holding the right wrist slowly twisted the arm at an awkward angle until the scouts shoulder felt near to ripping off.

"***I agree with Sweet Tooth, I think you're a liar. You wouldn't lie to me, would you?***" The cursed man moved his face a little closer, speaking right beside the scouts ear in a quiet and icy tone. "***Your prisoner, the woman you idiots captured, is she alive? Now before you answer I want you to consider some very important information-***"

"𝙇𝙞𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪.
𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙏𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙏𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪."

His tone carried all the weight the scout needed to get a clear picture, they either tell him what he wants or they're dead.
Charles
*Though Sweet Tooth cannot compare to the sheer power and strength that Tarin exudes. The little wisp growls mightier than a lion. It's eyes narrowed as it looks at one of the fiends who stole it's mother figure. It even stomps on the back of Tarin's shoulder, becoming more feral than that of a child it once showed before. It's light turning a dark purple rather than the mellow blue it usually has. It wants Esme back and clearly it doesn't care who gets hurt in the process.*

*But the bandit could care less about the wisp. It's Tarin that is the issue. As his gaze flutters, he attempts to think of any way to get out of this situation. In truth, he never laid eyes on the witch. He is but one scout out of many who follows a simple command in a long chain of them. Today's command was to celebrate after his shift. So he truly doesn't have answers... Or does he?*

*As he starts to crack, the bandit realizes the severity of his situation. He knew Tarin had the intent to kill but he struggles to keep his cries of pain in check. This isn't a man who is willing to give a swift death. To get what he wants, he'll make sure he suffers. No bandit has enough honor or courage to face something like this. So his voice picks up again as he attempts to speak.*

"I don't know! I just patrol- argh!" *He attempts to pull away as the pain becomes near unbearable.*

"The elf! Sylvar! He's the one who gives the fucking commands! He probably knows where your girl is!"

*As adrenaline courses through the bandit. Flight begins to kick in as the three of them can hear approaching footsteps. Sounds like two and even more so, they're likely other scouts. The bandit that Tarin has subdued begins to squirm and without hesitation, he makes an attempt to yell. His boys are likely a few paces down the way, it's his only chance for survival.*
Kim
Honestly Tarin found it endearing to see his wisp buddy getting heated, like seeing your little sibling get righteously mad at someone, it was both funny and boosting to his conviction. He won't let Sweet Tooth's courage go to waste.

Then the bandit went against what Tarin had told him. 

"***I warned you.***"

He squeezed his hand, putting strength behind it, and crushed the lower jaw of the scout who dared go against his command. With his other hand he let go of the scouts wrist and grabbed the back of their head, snapping their neck with a loud crack. He let the body drop as he drew his dagger from its sheathe on his hip, turning around the face the oncoming bandits that bastard had drawn closer.

He recognized the name, Sylvar, that elf he'd fought before. He was behind this? Perhaps after saving this woman he'd go pay Sylvar a visit again. 

"***Sweet Tooth, stay in the holster, I've got this buddy.***"

It was more a command than a suggestion, not a harsh one, but one born out of care for his friends safety. Gone is the time for silence and planning, now is the time for bloodshed. He waisted no time, he began to walk towards the approaching scouts with his dagger held in hand.
Charles
*The bandit lays limp in seconds, his foot twitching briefly before his life is no more. Sweet Tooth gives off another hiss before returning to its blue state and shrinking back into the sheath. Esme would not encourage this behavior normally. So in remembering her words, the wisp gets a bit shy. Not to the deceased before it, but because it thinks that Tarin may scold it. Though its concerns are quickly washed away as Tarin speaks soflty to it. Reassuring the creature that there is no harm here, they have a mission and that is to save the witch. Any collateral... Is well, just that. Why should a fae spirit care about the sinful? They feel differently and though it can act like a child, a wisp is no child nor a mortal. It is a fae through and through.*

**Sweet Toof (Tooth):** "Undwastood!" *It quietly chirps as it shrinks away.*

*In good time too because the scouts are coming. Though there is music to be heard at the camp, Tarin is still a little ways away from it. So any sound can pick up in these woods and the tussling of the bandit he had ambushed has definately raised suspicion. It isn't enough to get the duo to charge so he still has time. But they are talking amongst themselves, one with his crossbow already drawn.*

**Crossbow-Armed Scout:** "Think it's another one of those boars?"

*They are uneasy and this nervousness is causing them to be alert as they draw closer. While the ranged user is more unsettled than his partner, the other seems to embrace the idea of a possible fight. In fact, he grins at the mention of another hunt. It beats walking back and forth on the same path, listening to festivities he cannot partake in. He is also quite large in size though not completely comparable to Tarin, he is pushing it close. It is likely this man seldom acts as a scout so why put him on this duty? He likely got the short end of the stick and now he's stuck glued to the side of an uneasy rookie. Pity.*

**Hunter:** "Dunno, don't care. We're killing it. If we bring it back, we might get to see Sylvar's gift before he sends the bitch off." *He chuckles, grinning ear to ear.*

*Now this is a man who is in the know. But before they draw too closer, the hunter suddenly stops as evil mischief coats his expression. Without a second thought, he suddenly shoves the younger bandit forward. Up nodding his head as he is trying to get the kid some nerve.*

**Hunter:** "Take lead. Try to wimp back and I'll cut yer' throat. Now come on, the longer we take the higher the likelyhood that Sylvar will leave before I get to see her. Hah!" *He bellows, slamming the kid in the back before hunching over the crossbow user.*
"I hear she's real pretty too. So don't ruin my chances boy."
Kim
"***That's my boy.***" Tarin replied to his pal as he reached a hand back and gently back the holster, a small gesture to his new found friend that he's got him.

Tarin began to stretch, reaching his arms back and clasping his hands- feeling the tug of his muscles hitting their very far reaching limits- he popped his neck on both sides and inhaled sharply from his nose. It's time to go to work... Or, so was his plan, anyway. 

As the two bandits drew closer Tarin slowly drew his dagger while using his old assassin training to stay out of sight- just out of the two bandits vision in all aspects- while he could see and hear them clearly. He listened to the two speak, anger welling in his heart as the larger of two was outright harassing the, what he assumes, poor rookie stuck with him. As he watched and listened he felt something begin to change within his heart- an old feeling, from his earlier years- *Righteousness.*

"*Who are they to snuff out and harm lives without a care in the world. Who are they to hurt my friend and who are they to capture some poor woman. Who are they to leave the people of this world with sadness and grief-* ***Who are they to be such monsters when I swore I would kill EVERY monster like me.***"

** **
He charged forwards at breakneck speeds, stopping directly infront of the two bandits- his approach having been unknown to them, with his blades edge pressed against the bigger man's neck- letting him know through gesture alone that if he moves or makes a sound he will die.

"***Make a sound and you die.***" He said glaring into the eyes of the larger man, his own gaze held nothing but the impression that he will give no second chances. After a split second he spoke once more, gaze never leaving the bigger man. "***Hey, kid. Where is the witch you all captured? If you don't know that's fine. You seem decent, not like-***" He slid his pressed blade just enough to draw blood. "-***This one. So, run. I won't give you a second chance to take it or leave it. Your choice.***"