<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/Yushoto_Jiao-Long.jpg)</div>Jiao-Long's pace slowed as he reached the treeline, as he didn't want to trip over some tree root or small animal minding it's own business. He grinned as he saw the Commander light off her aura, though a flicker of resentment burned in him for a moment before he quashed it. Instead he breathed a silent prayer to Sunipa, calling on her to watch his performance here. Alright, it was unlikely to be much of a battle, but one ended swiftly was still a victory.<br/><br/>The twang of bowstrings carried through the still of the evening, and he nodded as he mentally placed them near the edge of the camp. They'd been wise enough to move after the first shot, but not by as much as he would have, and by luck they'd moved closer to him.<br/><br/>Another few score of yards and he figured himself behind them, turning and closing on the camp again. With their eyes fixed on the Commander, their attention was not behind them, or on the silent shadow that crept closer. Close enough he placed the tip of each sword at the throat of one of the bandits, pulling back just enough that it would almost break the skin, and leave them with absolutely no doubts that it could go through their throats in a heartbeat.<br/><br/>"I believe," Jiao-Long drawled, "that the traditional phrase here is<em>surrender or die</em>. I suggest you choose quickly. After all, I only need one of you alive to talk."