<span style="color: #FF8000">Ryan watched as the so called "Unfit for duty" Dark Elf expertly dealt with at least ten archers at once, then dispatched the remainder with fireballs the size of large hailstones. When the three swordsmen appeared to be about to end the Dark Elf's life, he almost didn't care. he was still a bit miffed that the guy had the audacity to call him a Dark Elf to begin with. Then as Thykahm dealt with the swordsmen aided by Eira, he heard Rosalin scream.<br/><br/>"Nobody move or the young missy dies!" A soldier said. Ryan turned to see Rosalin with a blade to her neck.<br/></span><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF00">Dar'Rabiisi had been watching the battle with rapt attention, she noted that the new comers to the fight massively outnumbered the apparent bandits. While she hated to see bandits, even if they weren't and she just though of them as such, she loathed to see armed soldiers like that just trampling through the ancient forests of the land, destroying and using all they came across to feed their bloodthirsty soldiers. It was not until she heard a loud high pitched scream, that most certainly of an Elven woman, echo across the forest. <br/><br/>Apparently, one of the brutish soldiers had grabbed a female Elf from the group of Bandits, holding her as some kind of hostage to gain leverage against the group. The Dwarf, that had been gifted an axe by a goblin, seemed competent enough to deal with the swordsmen, but not the hostage-taking soldier. Barring her cat-like fangs, and swishing her tail in an agitated manner, she took out her shortbow and a barbed arrow. She wasn't much in melee, but her calling was the bow, readying the arrow, she drew a breath that sounded more like a hiss than anything, and let the arrow loose into the guard's unarmoured neck.</span><br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Alright, now here's how this- ACK!" The captor began, an arrow suddenly protruding from his neck. Ryan noticed that there were still quite a few remaining soldiers, and that they were just as confused as he was. He didn't need to be a genius to figure out that if they stayed here they would be killed instantly. Grabbing Rosalin from the corpse, he shouted "Eira! Thykahm! Unfit bastard! We're leaving!" and with that he started running through the forest away from the soldiers, who by this time had stopped looking for the arrow's owner and had still yet to realize they were losing their prey.<br/><br/>Rosalin looked fairly scared as they ran. <span style="font-style: italic">~I was almost killed!~</span> she kept repeating in her head as she heard the shouting of soldiers realizing their targets were escaping. As they ran out of the forest's depths, her stomach growled.<br/><br/>"Brother, can we not find something to eat?" she asked as the soldier's voices faded signaling that they had given up the search. Ryan's stomach answered for him with a monumental rumble unnatural to his size which in all honesty was the norm for him due to his... inheritance... (I am so sorry... I couldn't help it)  XD <br/><br/>"There isn't time! we may still be being followed!" Ryan said, ignoring his stomach's calling for the time being. noticing that the area they were in at the moment was familiar from the times he had flown over the trees, he led the group forward. "There's an abandoned mine right through this grove!"<br/><br/>When they reached the mine's entrance, he looked back to see if they were being followed and didn't notice anything but what looked like a cat in a tree.<br/><br/>"We should make camp here for now!" he said, walking to the entrance.</span>