While Lyle continued to cross the rooftops, he tried to ignore the taunts that were being thrown their way by the bandits who refused to close in on them.  As easy as it could've been to turn and fire an arrow to silence one of them, the archer was able to find the sense that he needed to focus on moving.  They had to make it to the Chantry and, as tempting as it was, stopping to take down a couple more bandits could increase their chance of getting cut off from the rally point.  The bandits could taunt all they want but who were the true cowards if they were willing to stay at a distance and curse instead of closing in for a fight?<br/><br/>For now the bandits didn't seem to think about actually setting fire to the buildings that they were using for both cover and travel which Lyle was grateful for.  Whether it was because they were that stupid or they were hoping to loot first and burn later, the hunter wasn't too sure as to which.<br/><br/>"Just keep moving or you're just going to die back here!" Lyle shouted behind him to make sure that the rest of the villagers kept up.  Though he was uneasy about how these villagers seemed to turn to him for leadership, he had to make the most of it if he wanted all of them to survive.<br/><br/>Lyle saw the Chantry appear just as one of the villagers called out that they were almost there.  At the advice about a shop and a balcony that could be used to get back to the ground, the archer nodded and turned in that direction.  The sooner they got to the safety of the rest of the gathered militia at the Chantry, the sooner they could...well...no, Lyle supposed that they would still be doing their best to fight for their lives.  Rest would either come from the grave if they lost or a warm bed if they won.  Lyle kept the image of a soft mattress and warm blankets in his mind to give him the motivation to keep running.<br/><br/>"Come on, you first!" Lyle commanded at the blacksmith that had spoken upon reaching the balcony.  While the villagers were fed into the store, Lyle kept a watch with his bow, firing off a pair of arrows to keep any nearby bandits honest.  It wasn't because he was trying to be noble and being the last one in; he just didn't trust the villagers to cover him as he did, them.  His aim was a lot more precise then anyone else and the bandits, being the cowards that they were, would remain back until the rest of the horde caught up.<br/><br/>Once the last one had jumped the balcony, Lyle turned and went into the shop as well, scrambling down the stairs before rushing through the open door to rejoin everyone else at the Chantry.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>