Carla
"Thank you,"

*Ariavata awkwardly bowed a little taking a torch with a 3rd hand that he had until this point been hiding away under his cloak. With his other 3 arms he started to swing off the spears and shields off his back. He attached his torch to his belt and slid his gloves and helmet back on.*

"I see good in dark, but light is still good."
Ann
The elder contrasted the youths sense of energy remaining relatively calm in the light of the boisterous sprout it may very well not be her first dealing with someone bursting at the seams eager to plunder into their journey without so much as a second thought. Though the mere mention of carrying the dancing flame within his two hands wrought an unnerved look to wrap around their snow white companion, his eyelids drooped a smidge the mere thought made him recount a certain folly upon his part. 

"O' surely it t'would ever be enlightened by thee deity's themselves to witness a smidge of sport... They grow ever so weary being stuck only to watch our toes patter upon their soil. I shall find it with thee mothers influence ever connected toward mine bare feet, m-mayhaps it t'would be better my hands wrap around thee carrier of flame." His cheeks begun to bloom a brilliant orangish hue a curious color for someone of the living, but with those which had a keen eye they may have sworn the youth was a flashlight in his own right. He practically glowed within the moonlight night which they had been within mere moments ago, feeling discomforted the boy begun to trample out into the night uttering. "F-fore you see mine palms t'would sooner set thee entire plains alight before I truly grasped upon thine torch... Ermm so mayhaps we shant entrust it into mine palms I believe naught a single soul desires to burn." Despite his giddy personality thus far he clearly doubted his own abilities believing that he would sooner set everyone on fire than be able to carry a simple torch, one may consider simply taking the sap boys word.
Cathy
Now that they were finally free from the grandmother, they'd most likely be following the only path available. Forward! It was dark, the weather slowly getting worse, as they approached yet another obstacle. A forest. The could hear the howling of wolves, the hoot of owls, and other various sounds. It felt like they were being watched, a pair of eyes stared at them from a bush.

If they were to disturb it, it would seem that is was a generic ocelot. Nothing special there. They were just curious. It was quite cute, having a pretty orange colour! Looks like one from minecraft.

Someone with superior hearing would probably hear some talking in the distance, as the group nears a curve in their path. They may also be able to hear the clinking of steel! In the distance, it would seem that there was a light. Something like a torch light! 

They weren't alone. There was someone else here.
Ramon
"Aria. Hold my torch."

*Assuming he does use an extra hand to hold the torch, Yakaiyo unslings her bow from her shoulders, and draws an arrow, seeing the faint light in the distance. 'Remember, deep breaths. Empty mind. Steady hand.' The memory echoes in her mind, when Hakaze first taught her the way of the bow. Her hand shakes, and it's not from the cold, but from heartache. 'Why can't I join you? End it now, and be reunited?' A voice, a deep one, but compassionate, the voice of her loved one, replies back. 'You will soon, Yakaiyo, but not now. Now is not the time, but we will be together again. I love you...' A small tear runs down her face as she draws the bow, and holds it steady, ready to fire.*
Carla
*Aria would awkwardly take the torch in his second left hand, not being used to fire he would hold it as far away from himself as he could while still holding the spear he had in the same hand.*

"Oh, oh, okay" 

*In the three hands that weren't holding his shield he held his three spears.*

"I make light too"

*He said as the cracks between his armour that weren't covered by his cloak began to glow a bright green. It didn't really help much since he was mostly covered up but would (unintentionally) look rather creepy, having the look of a haunted or enchanted set of armour.*
Ann
Fithora was a loose cannon he never quite thought ahead within the life he had led, yearned to experience what splendors his peoples goddess often promised. Folding into their traditions since the very day he was born, her wisdom gave him reason to continue living despite within their teachings to rouse the dead from their graves was akin toward a heinous crime. An issue he had since surpassed through the encouragement of an azure wolf yet still there was a hole inside the white haired youth whom stomped ahead of his companions, a portion of why he hid his true form toward any prying eyes attempting to seem as living as he once was. In an act to garner their deities favor he insisted upon their little competition even if he was the only one within their group willing to recklessly stumble ahead he had little idea of what may lay upon their path ahead believing that they had some manner of time before they reached their destination. 

Though the ancient youth may have enjoyed the ocelots company he unfortunately passed it by as he kept jogging ahead, a slight smile upon his lips feeling the wind beneath his flopping ponytail he hadn't heard the noise within the distant shrubbery beneath his panting breath. Nor did his companions bother stopping the boy from wandering ahead of them it wouldn't be a surprise if their oafish companion would end up throwing stealth out the window, though a distance ahead he would peer behind himself chiding out toward them "Come now mine companions art like floundering fish wrought from thee bountiful seas, t'would be a rotten fib if you told me thee legates can naught sprint a smidge faster?" It was then he may have missed the lights, though he did seem to slow down a smidge realizing they may be closer than ever before however by then it was a tad too late.
Cathy
As the group cleared the corner, there were two torches. People were holding them of course! Under the glow of the torch, they could see that they seemed to have... Well, armour! They were quite well armoured, dressed in an Almain Rivet, Thick Gambeson, and a fill coverage helmet! They were both armed with arming swords. Generic! Not really that complex. 

Anyone with dark sight would notice an archer behind the two. But this was but too late. They were anticipating the approach of people. The archer loosed an arrow, which travelled towards Aria. The two swordsmen cleared whatever barricade they set up, hastily approaching the group with nasty snarls... Of well, excitement. Have it be because they have found prey... Or they were just about to test their new swords!
Ramon
*Not elves. This is nothing. Deep breaths. She calms herself as she aims the bow, and lets the arrow fly towards the archer behind the two swordsmen. Dark vision helps here. Aria should be able to tank the armor ok, but she may need to set up a barrier. 'Hakaze, protect me. Let my arrows find my targets. Grant me the strength to survive, and one day, I will be reunited with you.*
Ann
The sound of fresh footsteps trampled upon the lush forestry it was as though a horn declaring a conflict was near, a familiar sound toward the little mongrel whom was presumably a ways from his companions and likely the entire reason they were discovered. Conflict was often a sore subject for the child he despised ending anothers life and preferred trying to pacify those whom insisted upon causing him or anyone harm, the sheer sound of their encroaching feet were enough for his shoulders to jerk feeling a wave of panic crash against his nonexistent heart a phantom feeling of what once was. A flash of memory the sound of people treating him as though he were no longer a human in his own right, it was through those rather unpleasant memories which the amber youth would call upon to protect himself and not squander Gaias blessing at a second chance within life he had promised another he would attempt to enjoy this familiar realm. He was still living wasn't he? Still himself and his mother would surely still care for him upon that day he was ready to return now Fithora was far more instinctual rather than brilliant upon the battlefield, he knew he wouldn't wish to engage armed opponents whilst he had nothing more than his fists.

Thus the malnourished scamp would kneel upon the earth digging his wrapped fingers into the soil, as he ushered out a silent prayer "Hark upon mine plea, I beg thee to replenish this worn soil with the blood of thee oaks which doth dot thine forests... And impede mine misguided bretheren." These people as far as he could tell were human though he was young his people had trifles with orcish kin and elven kin alike, he had been impressed upon in youth to be weary of such creatures' these people were nothing more than mere macens'. Soon he would gather a bountiful mass of amber goo from the earth itself, a faint orange light seemed to pour like a sun beneath his white poncho as if the boys chest held the fiery orb itself.
Carla
*Aria seeing the archer with his dark vision would try to place his large tower shield in between him and the arrow though this would result in him dropping his. Following this he would face the oncoming fighters and move ahead a little to get between them and the others, pointing his three spears at them and preparing to attack if they got close.* 

"Keep safe"

*He would rumble, facing down the attacking bandits, green glow pouring out of his helmet's visor and the other gaps in his armour*