As the templar thundered onto the scene with the sound of clanging metal, Trischal began to quietly hum a tune to himself. It was Dalish in origin and helped him focus on the imminent fight between the bandits and the templar. Few words were spoken by the templar, but only one word Trischal cared about. Dalish, the man had said while looking at him. Trischal ended his tune and sighed, feeling that some invisible force was determined to make his life difficult.<br/><br/>As most of the women broke their formation and left only the large woman, a young woman named Sali and the templar to deal with.<i><span style="color: DarkOrange"> I'll have to kill the bandits without letting the defenders die while still making it look like I haven't switched sides if the leader shows up. This will be interesting.</span></i><br/><br/>The bandits charged the trio and Trischal pulled the simple dagger out of his boot, held it with the blade reversed along his arm and briskly kept pace behind them. When the two groups clashed, Trischal singled out the bandit who was going after Sali. The elf crept up and buried the dagger in the mans throat, leaving him unable to call out to his comrades. As he fell to the side, Trischal stepped forward to take his place against Sali. She seemed to be in momentary shock from the sudden intervention but as the Dalish came toward her with a bloody knife, she snapped out of it and swung her pan. Trischal raised his left arm to guard against the hit and twisted his body with the pan to lessen the impact. When it connected, he broke the guard and grabbed her arm firmly while stepping forward to deliver a solid punch to her stomach. When she doubled over, Trischal hooked his fingers around the neck of her dress and in one fluid motion, the Dalish ripped her dress open and revealed her breasts to the world. Trischal dropped the remains of the dress in his hand and left Sali on the ground, hoping that modesty would be enough to remove her from the fight.<br/><br/>He unsheathed his dalish dagger with his right hand and reversed the knife in his left while looking at the remaining bandits. They were too busy fighting to notice that one of their own had fallen. Next bandits on Trischals list were the two going after the large woman. The dalish quickly crept up behind them as they stood side by side and taunted the poor woman. Their laughter was cut off as Trischal sank the simple dagger deep into the mans rear end, causing the bandit to scream with pain. The elf's smirk at the mans howl was short lived when his buddy spun, swinging an axe along with the momentum. Trischal ducked under the clumsy blow and delivered a swift kick to the groin followed with his elven dagger to the underside of the man's jaw, causing warm blood to spatter the elf's face. He pulled out the dagger and surveyed the damage. Two of the bandits lay dead while the third struggled on the ground to stop the bleeding from the knife still in his ass. Trischal moved to him and rolled him over onto his back. With a hated glare, the Dalish elf put his boot on the mans throat and brought his full weight to bare down on it, crushing the windpipe underneath. Trischal stepped back and unsheathed his sword, feeling the comforting weight in his hand. As he stood there and watched the large woman with unblinking eyes, the elf began to hum another song.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>