Edmund smirked, and slipped his dark tome from under his sleeve, before dashing after Miranda. "No sense letting you go off all on your own, little lady," he teased, before skidding to a stop. Eyes flashing towards the bandits, Edmund ducked into the foliage. It was riskier, but claiming this bit of cover would be more beneficial than letting the ruffians get to it. Saved him the trouble of flushing them out later.<br/><br/>"Eat it, fatty!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Edmund<br/>MT: 12<br/>Hit: 86<br/>Evade: 35<br/>Attack Roll: 86 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=37939). JUST HIT<br/></div></div>