<div class="floatleft">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/369174/photo.JPG?1410498517)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Agira</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Agira ir'Marca (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1010131)</strong><br/><strong>HP</strong> 12/12   <strong>Init</strong> +2<br/><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 12 - <strong>FF</strong> 17 - <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +4 <strong>Ref</strong> +2 <strong> Will</strong> +2<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +4<br/><strong>Stance:</strong> Scarlet Einhander</div></div><hr/>Agira nonchalantly stepped from her hiding place in the stable, her right hand casually resting against the stable's frame and her left hanging loosely at her side, her sword dangling in her grip and tracing a shallow line in the dirt as she made her presence known. "Hello, boys." A taunting smile crossed Agira's lips as she drew the attention of the bandits, hinting that she either didn't know how dangerous the situation was or flat out didn't care. Her head tilts slightly toward the man in the Cyran military outfit, assuming him to be the man in charge. "A leader that hides behind his men. Cute." It was a verbal jab she couldn't help but take, especially if the man actually was Cyran military and hadn't just lucked out and managed to kill someone for his outfit. There were a thousand other things a man from the Cyran military could and should be doing with his life, and becoming a bandit that terrorized defenseless people certainly wasn't on that list.<br/><br/>Now that she had earned their attention and likely their ire, Agira pushed herself off the wooden beam she had been leaning against and stood at her full height as she scanned over the bandits and dropped her previous taunting tone for a more authoritative one. "I'm sure as a member of Cyre's military you know the punishment for banditry. Surrender now and you might yet save yourself and your men." It was a long shot but one she still felt obliged to offer. However, the idiots probably had their egos inflated by months of uncontested banditry and thought themselves invincible, a fact which left Agira on her guard despite her calm exterior. One aggressive move from the bandits or upon hearing their refusal to surrender and she would let out a sharp whistle and call out to her new allies, "Bear, Maelys, Fenris...why don't you come out and welcome our guests?"