Cyrus quickly let loose many arrows, killing three men in the span of three seconds. When he saw Wiflor get taken down, Cyrus called out to her. "Wiflor!" He notched three arrows and let them loose, striking the man in the chest and face. He let out a futile cry, falling down dead on top of Wiflor soon after. Cyrus ran up to Wiflor and threw the body off of her. "Are you okay?" He asked, picking her up and holding her in his arms.<br/><br/>Atticus was handling these bandits rather well. At the sight of his magic, many of them simply fled and those that remained refused to get close. "The powers of the heavens are against you! I rain down the wrath of gods on your heads!" Atticus tried to end this quickly by frightening the bandits away. "Leave now and I<span style="font-style: italic">might</span>spare your miserable, insignificant lives!" As he shouted, fire surrounded him, flinging bolts of fire that barely missed the bandits. At this display of power, many of the remaining bandits fled for their lives, and those that didn't flee were quickly incinerated or eviscerated by Atticus.<br/><br/>As Cyrus held Wiflor, he felt a sharp pain in his back. Followed by another. Then another. One last bandit, the leader judging by his superior armor and weapons, fired three arrows at him, hitting him square in the back. "Shit..." Cyrus mumbled, holding Wiflor tightly before falling over.<br/><br/>"Cyrus! Atticus would shout, firing a beam of light at the bandit that shot Cyrus. The bandit screamed for only a split second, but all that was left of him after that split second was bones. And eventually, those crumbled to dust.<br/><br/>Atticus looked around. The bandits appeared to be gone and they would probably not be back for awhile, if ever considering their leader was dead.