Micah glared down at the royal guards and the prisoner. The thick oil smells familiar, images of flames flash before him but he shakes away the memories. Turning back to Haley, he whispers: "They're executing him, we must help him." However ordered Haley to stay safe within the treetops, this was far more dangerous than hunting.<br/>He gave a signal to the others to ready their bows and did so himself. On his count the arrows were released, immediately they jumped from the tree and attacked the guards. Fortunately Micah and his bandits outnumbered the royal guards and their light weight gear made them almost impossible to hit. Using the forest to his advantage, Micah bounced from tree to tree, throwing the guards off balance. Using left over rope from their hunt, they bound the guards.<br/>"Are you okay?" he said, approaching the sobbing man and offering a cloth for him to wipe himself.<br/>The man fell to the ground with out spread hands; "Th-thank you!" he cried.