Silas couldn't help but grimace as he saw his and Oriana's handiwork on the Bandit leader. His own wound was mortal enough; pink foam gurgling out of your mouth is never a good sign for one's mortality, but Oriana's splash of vitriol added considerable insult to injury,<em><strong>the least I can give you is a quick death</strong></em>Silas said as he approached to deliver a killing blow, raising his blade to slide it between his shoulder blades,<em><strong>now hold still so I - what the FUCK is in your hand?!</strong></em><br/><br/>The bandit apparently gained some courage after losing his face (a poor trade, Silas would argue) and gurgled some battle cry to a "Stag Lord" before lifting a menacing vial, the sudden motion of the action causing his blade to slip, the edge sliding harmlessly against his leather armor. "<strong>Hold still, I'm trying to kill you!</strong>" Silas heard himself growl as he prepared another thrust, only to hear a familiar half-elven voice call out about the horses escaping. His head swiveling to look at the fleeing horses, Silas in the heat of the moment made a tactical decision.<br/><br/>Dropping his short sword, he turned and ran towards the fleeing horses, trying to grab a hold of any ropes that may be dragging along the ground while uttering (what he hoped were) sweet nothings to soothe the beast's panicked minds.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body">Silas rolls a <strong>10</strong> on his AoO of Bandit #1, then a <strong>7</strong> on his Attack. Hearing Lydia inform the group of the fleeing horses, he hightails it out of the gates in the general direction of the horses, using whatever means are available to him to catch as many as possible.</div></div>