Both women scowl at him, then draw their weapons; Cerul her bow, Maura her blade. Daminor ponders the siuation, then draws out his lute to prepare to aid with magic, having run his fingers raw form the archery earlier in the day.<br/><br/>When the enemy spots them, the two sides begin to charge forward, Cerul's arrows raining down, dropping on of the soldiers as they charge. Daminor drops an illusion, to make it seem like they're much closer than they are, causing the enemy to waste a few attacks in confusion before they actually arrive.