"Alright, Lissu..." The monk looks down at his companion, and that feral, adrenaline-hungry grin spreads across his lips like a barely contained wildfire. "I'd be willin' ta bet we can get some info from one o' those pleasant lookin' gentlemen. If you can make yourself invisible, why don' you go ahead an' do that now... an' then when I draw their attention, we can take 'em all out one by one."<br/><br/>With that, the monk reaches down to the form-changing bracelet, and presses his finger against the rune that calls out his female form. He wants to hit hard... and thanks to the fires that join with his normal icy ki, the monk's female form certainly hits hardest.<br/><br/>"Hmm..." When the transformative magic finishes doing its work, Marric tosses her shoulder-length brown hair back up over her shoulders, and cracks her knuckles as flame dances between her fingers. "Alright. Let's have us a bandit hunt."<br/><br/>Calmly, confidently, the unarmed and unarmored woman strides forward from her vantage point, making a beeline for the center of the buildings. She takes care to keep an eye on the bowman, lest he decide that he wants to take a potshot at her... but aside from that, she does her best to affect a carefree, calm demeanor.<br/><br/>"Heya boys... Anybody lookin' fer a dancin' partner?"