Dar’Rabissi had a somewhat pleased smile upon her face when the arrow killed the Imperial swordsman, she had never liked killing anyone or anything, but the soldier was holding someone hostage. Someone presumably weaker than himself, something in Dar’Rabissi’s mind that was absolutely horrific to do to anyone. However, when the group ran at the shouts of the Elven man.<span style="color: #00BFFF">‘Eira! Thykahm! Unfit bastard! We're leaving!’ </span>He shouted, Dar’Rabissi assumed that he was the technical leader of the group, for none of the others seemed to ever shout orders.<br/><br/>The halfblooded Khajiit-Elf watched as the group retreated through the forest behind them, and more importantly away from the Imperial soldiers. Dar’Rabissi contemplated following them for a moment; surely they must be some kind of bandits? Why would the soldiers be tracking them don otherwise? Despite the apparent danger that the group could potentially possess, she decided to follow them anyway. Leaping from tree to tree, she matched pace with the running group of potential bandits. She followed them for what felt like ages, the ever present threat of the soldiers behind her, and the threat of being discovered by the potential bandits made the journey exceedingly tense for the Khajiit-Elf.<br/><br/>She followed them to what looked like an abandoned mineshaft, though of course anything could be lurking in the dark depths of such a place, the soldiers seemed to have been let far behind them all now. Though they would likely not stop for very long. For now however, she would listen to the ‘bandits’ talk amongst themselves.<span style="color: #00BFFF">‘We should make camp here for now!’</span>She heard the same Elven man shout out, the one she presumed to be the leader of the small band of adventurers…or bandits. She drew ever closer to them, trying to listen to any possible conversations, but she heard the deathly sound of a thin branch snapping…<br/><br/>The branch that she was crouched upon gave way, it was simply too thin and lacked the strength to support Dar’Rabissi despite her lack of real heavy weight. She fell upon the floor with a ‘thud’ followed by the slight sound of berries scattering around her, from the pouches upon her waist.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Thykahm was momentarily held in disbelief as the guard holding Rosalin hostage received a barbed arrow through his neck. It came from an unknown location, the most likely conclusion was that the shooter was friendly…or at least saw the legion as a much greater threat than the group, they’d be correct as well. He watched as dozens upon dozens of legion soldiers ran behind their friends, it made Thykahm wish that the might of his people’s kingdom was here. A good Dwarven army was among one of the more effective forces in all the lands, able to tackles Orcs and Goblins in their droves. But they were not here, and instead Thykahm heard the words of Ryan.<span style="color: #00BFFF"> ‘Eira! Thykahm! Unift bastard! We’re leaving!’</span>He heard the Elf shout, while his people weren’t ones to trust Elves of any sort, Ryan had a convincing argument.<br/><br/>The armoured Dwarf followed his comrades through the forest, sometimes throwing glances behind himself to see if the Legion soldiers were truly catching up or not. But, the legion worked in large numbers normally, large numbers could seemingly never move with any great haste towards a foe. As the group passed a glade, Thykahm halted before the entrance of a mine, with the group. Apparently Ryan wished to set up camp inside there, to seek shelter from the legion.<span style="color: #FF4000">“Mines aren’t that good. Defendable aye, but there is only one entrance…I bet these legion have more food on ‘em than any o-.”</span>He began to mentioned, but stopped himself when he heard the sound of something hitting the floor. Perhaps one of those shadow legionnaires had fallen from a tree? It didn’t seem likely. Drawing his axe, he waited for the creature to present itself.