Like always, Jarvan didn't understand Kital's bubbling in the slightest. Really had to do something about that in the future. Maybe guessing tones or letters would work to communicate slowly? Questions for later.<br/><br/>With his companions seemingly as confident as he was, Jarvan felt the Nguruvilu's tail squeeze around his arm a bit more. Ah right, the floating effect of the book didn't work on her for some reason. Well, fair enough. He could work with that. He just hoped the little lady had a good shot from his shoulder.<br/>With the both of the preparing, Jarvan pointed their targets out for the last time, invoking his own magic to give him more force behind his strikes.<br/><br/>Just as he got ready, he saw the arrow extend to the young woman's neck, pulling out the necklace. His eyes narrowed as his demeanour got serious. It was time to do what he was trained for.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"I hope your aim is true, miss fox. Alright, you two, lets go!"</span><br/>With a roar, he charged forward, strengthening his legs to cover the distance in two big strides, his weapon already swinging in an arc at the bulky man.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"HEY BASTARDS! WHY NOT PICK ON SOMEBODY YOUR OWN SIZE?" </span>He roared, intent on getting the bandit's attention. With a bit of luck, they'd focus on him and leave the commoner's alone for a couple of seconds. In that time, he hoped that he and his new crew could at least make a dent in their ranks.