Two arrows should've been enough to bring any human down - especially with the more successful second shot that took the bandit in the chest.  So it was with great surprise that the bandit was still standing - nonetheless<i>fighting</i>- with two arrows protruding from his arm and chest.  They were slow, lazy swings that he made with his sword, however, and his equally slow, staggered pace would've allowed Lyle to easily just step aside and move around him.<br/><br/>That gargled moan as blood poured out of the bandit's mouth gave Lyle pause.  Grimacing to himself, the archer pulled out his crossbow pistol.<br/><br/>The bandit was a bandit certainly and would've probably been one of the ones that would've burned down Greenvale and slaughtered everyone without a second's thought but it was a simple matter of principle in hunting that Lyle was now extending from animals to fellow human beings.  He did not like to let things suffer.  So as he stepped back to avoid the bandit's latest swing, Lyle took aim and fired a bolt directly into his throat.<br/><br/><i>That</i>brought him down.  And without a second's thought, Lyle turned back to his previous targets: the torches.  They had to go.  While loading a bolt into his tiny crossbow in case he would need it, the archer made a dead sprint towards the torches.  He had taken out one bandit, but there were several more that could pick up a torch and fling it into one of the many surrounding buildings.  So he had to take out the torches.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>