As it so happened, Kital<i>did </i>have an objection.<br/><br/>"<i>My name is</i>not<i>Miss Fish, 'Mister Human'</i>," She muttered huffily, pursing her fishy lips and wiggling her tail in displeasure - though, of course, there was very little to indicate to Jarvan exactly which part she was unhappy with. Kital had chosen her name for herself, and was quite proud of it; the fact that Jarvan had no way of knowing that was hardly a consideration. She'd have to do something about that later.<br/><br/>The actual plan, however, was something she was quite on board with. Jarvan had clearly given her the most important role: taking out the opposing Lillim, obviously the most dangerous of their four opponents, before they'd have a chance to harm either of her companions. The matsuba glanced over at the floating eyeball through the undergrowth, sizing them up for a moment, then looked back to Jarvan and nodded her head. Her frown slipped away, replaced by a cheeky grin. They weren't going to know what hit them.<br/><br/>The bandits, for their part, didn't seem to be at all aware they were being watched. The big one had reluctantly followed the archer's orders, and taken her place standing watch over the road. He was looking for anything coming down the road - not an ambush from the undergrowth. The archer, meanwhile, was looking over their captives. Abruptly, the archer's eyes narrowed. She reached suddenly to draw an arrow from her quiver, and extended it swiftly towards the young woman's throat. The woman inhaled sharply and drew back, but the arrow didn't touch her; instead, the archer hooked it just under a chain she'd spotted peeking out under the woman's tunic, and lifted it to drag a sparkling necklace into view.<br/><br/>"Well,<i>this</i>looks more valuable," the archer muttered, as the woman trembled.