As they approached the wreckage of the attacked Caravan, Rafe looked out over the battlefield, trying to take all the chaos in and try to make some sense of it. So much was happening at once, so many targets and so many people under attack that very much looked like they needed help. Thankfully a number of them looked skilled enough to hold their own, or at least armed and perhaps that would buy them some time. Rafe was suddenly rather grateful for the childhood training had covered mass-battle scenarios, though it had only been a few times and a bit more organized than this mess, leaving him feeling a bit rusty and under prepared.<br/><br/>But he was eager, and though being around Sherani had given<span style="font-style: italic">Virtous Moonlight</span>'s crystalline blade a faint glow, it became a veritable torch in it's own right with so many shifters about, shedding a strong, steady light. It had yet to get many a chance to fulfill it's ancient role in the slaying of lycanthropes and those related to them - the task the first Mohan had made his name on - and it was every bit as eager as it's newest owner to join in battle with them.<br/><br/>But first, he had to find a suitable target. And he had to bring at least one down alive, lest he fail Ureck. Unless Ureck managed to incapacitate one himself, but such things were best not left to chance. It would be better to have two of the shifters to pay off the debt to Lilium with than to have none.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before Rafe settled his sights on the nearest fight. There were three types of targets that were vital to bring down early in a fight - leaders, spellcasters, and healers. Doubly so if the target was more than one of these things. Hellan was very obviously a mage of some stripe - even if she hadn't just throw a spell at the elf her state of dress and the way she held back from battle told it well enough. The elf could likely hold his own from the gnoll, and if he could drop the mage then the attackers would lose a vital offensive assets and the party would gain the aid of one of the more experienced fighters.<br/><br/>But first they needed to coordinate, it wouldn't do if their group splintered up like the caravan. Rafe turned to his companions, opening his mouth to speak. "Alright, guys-"<br/><br/>Wait, where was Sherani?<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"LET HER GO, YOU GORVIE BASTARDS!"<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Damned.</span><br/><br/>Rafe turned back around and saw that Sherani had already run off to save of the weasel girl. He could hardly fault her for it, the weasel girl was in a<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>bad situation she looked unlikely to escape on her on, but it left Sherani alone with no less than two assailants and perhaps more if her shout drew attention away from the caravanners.<br/><br/>"...um, right, guys, please try not to split up too much. I'm going to neutralize the nearby mage, I can handle her on my own and the elf's liable to be able to keep that gnoll busy. At least one of you should go help Sherani. If we don't stick together we lose all benefit of being a team at all, right? We'll be little better off than the caravanners."<br/><br/>With that he turned and bolted towards the mage, completing the somatic component of the spell with his free hand as he muttered the words to the spell. The mage girl was too focused on the tussle between elf and gnoll to notice the wolf closing in, and Rafe could tell she had only the most basic of protections active. Easy prey.<br/><br/>"Hey! You there, I've got some<span style="font-style: italic">shocking</span>news for you!" he called out to Hellan, reaching for her, his free hand crackling with electrical energy..<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Rafe attempts to use Shocking Grasp on Hellan.<br/><br/>Melee Touch (1d20 + 4): 13 + 4 = 17, hit!<br/>Damage: Shocking Grasp (5d6): 2, 6, 5, 2, 4 = 19<br/><br/>Total: 19 damage, Hellan is down to 3 HP, ouch.<br/><br/>Rafe himself is down another 1st level spell, three more left today.</div></div></div><br/><br/>...and he connects, grabbing the wolf-girl by the arm and releasing the powerful spell built up within. The electrical energy courses down from his hand and through the wolf-shifter's body, sending her into agonized spasms as the shock all but roasts her insides on the spot, just barely leaving her standing. Rafe had undertaken the attack as something of a calculated risk, if she died, that was one target down, if she lived, she could be incapacitated. With her so barely injured now, a nonlethal takedown<span style="font-weight: bold">should</span>be fairly easy.<br/><br/>If only all debts were so easily repaid.