Richard
Her violet hues wavered as she examined the red magic scattered upon the tip of her sword. Afraid, she dropped it, not wishing for it to come in contact with her skin. Just as she begun to backpedal from the blade, the man was behind her and she was forcibly snatched. With a grunt, the poor woman winced and let out scattered breaths as the edge of the weapon nearly cut her smooth skin. 

"P- please let me go," She pleaded, struggling against him a little. Her eyes wavered as she scanned Richard from afar. She had no idea what to do. Surely her dying wouldn't have an effect on anybody.
Patricia
*Richard stopped at the words from the bandit. He kept his sword up in guard, ready to defend himself, but made no more offensive action. Where was Trapper? He knew the wolf was nearby. He just had to stall them until he showed up.*

*Fortunately, Trapper was hiding nearby in a bush. When the bandit vanished and appeared behind Odilia, the wolf, initially startled, knew exactly what was happening and creeped within a few feet from the bandit. No illusions, no tricks, just pure natural stealth. Once at the edge of the clearing, he rushed out barking and snarling, pouncing on the bandit holding Odilia hostage.*

*Seeing Trapper attack the bandit holding Odilia, Richard used the momentary distraction to launch a few thrusts at the bandits before trying to shove his way through the bandits he stabbed at. He kept his movements
Muffled by illusion in order to keep the bandits as slow to respond as possible, but he knew they would take mere seconds to recover, so he would resume his defensive posture.*
Judy
Thank the gods for loyal pets, right? While the bandit surely had both Odilia and the Wolf of Greenheart on the ropes in his mind, he'd feel the terribly sharp and painful bite from an animal on his leg. It knocked him away from the tiefling along with the dagger he held to the ground. Trapper began to maul the bandit's legs, and the sword Odilia once held was seemingly rid of any red magic that once twisted up the blade. As for Richard and the other four members of the Laughing Coffin gang, he managed to jab his sword straight through one of them, causing them to fall to the ground in a slump on the grass.

Seeing two out of the five bandits now incapacitated or dead, the leader let out an irritated growl before forming a different colored magic ball in his hands, he slammed it into the ground, and a bright yellow light pulsed out around them in a nearly perfect circle for many, many meters. "Use your magic now, *Wolf.*" His words rang true, as all magic including the bandits were now useless. It was now up to blade versus blade. Fighting at its most original.
Richard
When the man behind her let go, Odilia moved away and rushed to her sword, picking it up. She turned on her heel, examining Richard and the presumable leader from a few meters away. Despite herself, the woman could feel her fingertips trembling as she gripped the hilt of her blade, gulping at the thought of death. She couldn't possibly kill anybody, could she? 

Abruptly, Odilia bolted away, her breath heavy as she sprinted. Her plan to was break for the nearest town and seek help for Richard, considering that she herself wasn't all that powerful. However, she halted at the sight of the yellow magic streaking across the ground below, not allowing her to go any further. She was trapped, unable to do anything.
Jason
"Good going Trapper!" *Richard shouted over the din. Currently facing two men, with a third likely to attack him, he shifted to a more defensive fighting style, focusing on keeping them at bay, and countering whenever they made a mistake. He was skilled with the sword nonetheless, but significantly less so without the illusion, and his primary concern was survival.*

*Trapper continued his attack on the downed bandit until he was no longer a threat, before moving to attack the bandit leader, as he was the next closest baddie. He focused on keeping him occupied, and he dodged any counterattacks, looking for a safe opportunity to go for the throat.*
Judy
With no magic from anyone within the circle, each of the three remaining bandits readied their weapons. All three had sword, though the leader's seemed to be curved in strange way, almost like a blade you'd see from Khisfire. The leader turned his attention to Richard's wolf, his back covered by the other two bandits making him pretty safe from any attack from anywhere. With it being 2 on 1 for now, the bandits facing Richard took him by either side, striking wherever they saw a weakness. With Richard preoccupied with one, the other would strike, one actually managing to graze the human's shoulder, cutting a deep gash into his skin and tearing his clothing in the process. For now, Odilia seemed to safe from any attacks, but she still had nowhere to go.
Jason
*Richard, dueling two men at once, yelped as the bandit's blade bit into his shoulder.* "That'll leave a mark" *He muttered before parrying another blow. Thinking fast, he kicked sand into the two bandit's faces before thrusting at one and slashing at the other, whirling around behind them so he was between the bandits and Odilia. No more funny business.*

*Trapper continued distracting the leader, keeping him on his toes, and trying to wear him out. He jumped left and right, keeping out of range, unless an opportunity to safely attack presented itself.*