(1867-08-06) To Chase Down Bandits
To Chase Down Bandits
Summary: The bandits have been found… but are they actually bandits?
Date: 1867-08-06
Related: none
Players:
Gabriel  Corvin  Esyld  Vorian  

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The waning afternoon sun spills over the lands of Lonnaire. Lord Sir Gabriel l'Saigner, consort to the heir of the duchy, surveys the path into the woods from horseback. "The bandits we've been hunting have made their latest hideout within these woods," he notes gruffly to his companions. One hand idly runs over the handcannons at his hip while the other keeps hold of the reins. "The trees will give them cover. Fighting in the woods can be a messy business."

The forest itself is one of the southern outliers to the massive forest that takes up the county of Three Rivers. In truth the forested land extends as far north as Rovilon and south past the Lacora swamps down into Pacitta and Rivana. Lonnaire as a whole was a poor country for knights and their typical styles of fighting.

In the time since he had wed Lady Alina, though, Gabriel had shown to be nothing if not adaptable. He was famed for his martial prowess, and deservedly so. He did not look down on the Wraiths and their ilk. Speaking of Wraiths, he turns to his goodbrother, commander of that force, and says simply, "You know what to do with your men."

The group of bandits they had been hunting is fairly sizeable… dozens of men at least. A full fist of Wraiths accompanied Lord Gabriel on this outing, led by Commander Corvin.

Gabriel's destrier chuffs as the group stands in wait for their next orders. The knight absently pats the side of the large horse's neck.

Neither Wraith nor Knight but somewhere in-between, Esyld Draven is within the company; keeping to herself for the most part. A gentle nod, in the wake of Gabriel's words, conveys her attention and agreement, though her striking cerulean eyes are scanning the treeline; watchful and alert. The last time she and Corvin encountered these bastards - pardon the phrase - things did not go according to plan. There's a need for score-settling, without a doubt… but even the fiery mercenary knows better than to charge in half-cocked. The l'Corren is quite correct, close quarters fighting? Not for everyone.

One man who it ought to suit beautifully, of course, Alina's half-brother. The raven-maned Captain flits a glance sidelong toward Corvin, after the knight addresses him respectfully, venturing a vague smirk, perhaps amused by the statement of the obvious. She herself lacks the stealth and fluidity of the Wraith, despite her graceful and well-tempered style with a blade. It's her bastard sword today, one hand resting lightly atop the pommel as she stands calmly, awaiting orders with the seasoned, unperturbed expression of one quite used to doing so.

"We'll be in position when the time comes." Fighting in the woods can indeed be messy…usually for those coming up against the Wraiths, who happen to excel at that particular variety of combat. They'll be moving around to the far side of the Bandits' camp, to position for an ambush that the Knights and other fighters will (hopefully) funnel their targets into. Corvin may not be at his most recognizable at the moment, either, with a face painted in irregular lines of green and brown, and even bits of foliage tucked into places on the combat leathers he wears. The other Wraiths with him are similarly clad, clearly well-versed in these types of assaults. Indeed, when Corvin gives the command to move out, it's not with any words, simply a gesture, and with that those cold-eyed killers melt into the woods, fading from all but the sharpest sight after just a few moments.

"See you at the end, Sir Gabriel." Corvin notes with a nod, before moving to join his brothers-in-arms, eyes only briefly traveling to meet Esyld's, the ghost a smile flitting across his painted face before he too ventures into the shadows of the woodlands.

Newcomer to this band, Lord Sir Vorian t'Maren rides at the head of a small contingent of soldiers. Veterans all, all bearing scars of the Northern campaign, the ten men at his back look on placidly into the woods. Though certainly some trepidation must be felt, they show none of it. Vorian himself studies the thick underbrush and the low-hanging branches, and swings out of his saddle. "You know the task, lads. Hold together, die alone." He speaks to his men with a deadly earnest, his usual cocky smile long-departed. "Stay tight, stay focused, and we all come home again."

He unslings the teardrop-shaped shield from his back and draws his unadorned longsword, smiling suddenly at the small group. "Hey, lads. What's everyone think about our chances today?" And as one, the t'Maren infantry replies — not in a shout, but in a murmur — "Sanguine, Sir Vorian." His grin stretches. "We wanted this chance. Now we have it. That's all." There is no cheer from the men. They busy themselves checking one another's gear with a quiet competence, waiting the word.

Vorian makes his way over to Esyld's side, grounding his shield and leaning against it as he remarks, companionably, "At least we'll be fighting in the shade." He smiles crookedly, watching the Wraiths vanish into the woodlands with an appreciative look. "I do so love being out of the sun."

Gabriel waits patiently for several minutes as the Wraiths disappear into the woods, giving them time to get to their positions ere he and the rest of the group begin their (far noisier) assault. The group of fighters from the t'Maren were a welcome addition when they showed up at Highwater— more the sort of men Gabriel was used to working with. He sighs irritably as he slides off his mount, knowing that the large destrier would be more of a detriment than an advantage in the woods. He pats the horse on the neck and lightly ties the reins off to a tree— if the horse wants to free himself, he could, but the l'Corren mount is far too well trained to do so without cause.

Pulling out one of the lightsilver-worked handcannons, the knight takes a step forward into the woods. "These bastards endangered my wife and sons," he says simply. "Let's take care of them." and he starts down the wooded path.

"Not half as much as you enjoy the sound of your own voice. M'Lord." replies Esyld, with the easy candour of familiarity. Once Corvin is lost to sight, she shifts her icy gaze to the Knight beside her and musters a smile to, as an afterthought, soften any real barb he may find in her words. The curve across her lips lingers a little longer at the practised responses from the trained men of her father's House; a flicker of detached pride evident in her features but going unspoken. The mercenary has foregone the protection of a shield, finding it a cumbersome thing at the best of times, let alone in the undergrowth of a forest. No, she'll be relying upon her blade alone. Well, that and the dark, beautifully fitted leather armor she's donned. Finer quality than one would expect to see on a common-born woman, but it suits her well enough. Is it an unthinking habit that bids her to rub at her now well-healed shoulder, or an anxious mannerism? Probably the former. Draven's not the type to be so easily spooked.

This time, without the sickening dread of trying - and failing - to protect one's charge, the brunette simply seems itching to get on with it, especially with the Wraiths getting the headstart. Old habits die hard. "..welcome to Lonnaire, Vorian. If you're not dead later, I'll shout you an ale. And if you are.. well, all the more for me." There's a nudge of an elbow aimed toward the man's armored ribs, and then she's simply drawing her weighty blade and following off after Gabriel without question. Why would there be any? He's a decent man and a formidable combatant. Even if he's not a l'Saigner by blood, he's certainly given her no cause for concern as her Lady's champion.

An encouraging smiile is cast across her shoulder to Vorian and his group, before awareness of her surroundings becomes the foremost concern. And so it begins.

There's no banter or even words passed between the Wraiths as they move to their ambush positions. Only the occasional gesture of a hand to slow, halt, or speed movement or warn of potential dangers along the way. Thankfully, they find little in the way of the latter, instead settling into the brush on the appointed side of the Bandits' camp. When the others close from three sides, they'll only have one place to go….and if they don't run, well then the Wraiths will just pepper them with arrows in the back while they're tied up. Win/win either way, as far as the Wraiths are concerned.

"I do love to talk," acknowledges Vorian, still smiling. He points with his longsword, and his men begin to advance, the Knight moving to stand just before them, in the position of danger. That is, after all, how it must be. He doesn't seem to be too concerned as he enters the woods, though the shield is raised, ready to catch an arrow from within the shadows. "You purchase the ale," he remarks to Esyld, "And I'll stand for the whiskey." His pace brings him up near Gabriel, flanking him on the side opposite Esyld. And his men keep pace just behind, shields almost touching. Their discipline won't last long in the woods, with this thick brush, but for now it's an impressive sight.

Vorian's bearded features may appear, to a casual observer, to be unconcerned. But his pale eyes are on a constant swivel, scanning for bandits on the flanks. He continues to smile, and behind him, the t'Maren men can be heard exchanging soft comments — 'tighten up, Taggett, damn you,' and 'Night's drinking says I kill more'n you, Fallon.' Soldiers' words, and soldiers' boasts, the typical exchanges before violence.

As the camp comes closer, the brush and undergrowth thickens. Gabriel's sigh is barely heard as he steps forward.

"I am Lord Sir Gabriel l'Saigner. In the name of Duke James l'Saigner the men and women of this encampment are under arrest for banditr—" an arrow flies by Gabriel's helm into the woods behind him.

"So much for diplomacy," Gabe mutters dryly as he raises his handcannon, taking aim. "You can come peacefully. Last chance."

A roar comes up from the camp and arrows begin flying. "…apparently not. They had their chance, have at them." And he pulls the trigger on his handcannon.

Esyld frowns as that arrow *skiffs* by, though she keeps her attention steadily up ahead, taking stock of the camp. Or what can be seen of it. Taking up a ready stance as the Lord at the head of this company readies that new-fangled cannon thing - she's not particularly enthralled with them, though they're undeniably effective sometimes - the mercenary reaffirms her grip on the long hilt of her trusty old bastard sword, casts up a prayer to whatever gods a woman like that envisions - tits and wine? - and braces herself for the fight, a grin revealing her teeth in a wolfish expression, devoid of actual warmth or humor.

"Alright, hounds! Kill!"

The t'Maren men move forward in a shouted mass, a flying wedge of shield and swords meant to shatter the bandit encampment. And they are among their foes in moments, holding together as best they can, swords rising and falling in the dimly-lit forest.

Vorian himself, just alongside Gabriel, finds an opponent easily enough. There — a bandit raising a shortbow. Eyes narrowing beneath his helmet, the t'Maren knight picks up his pace, attempting to reach the archer before an arrow finds him.

Corvin Fremont settles into his firing position, silently drawing and nocking an arrow. As Gabriel steps out and makes his declaration, he takes aim, and waits to see which direction things go…oh, it's the expected direction. But with most of the BAndits looking like they're going to stand and fight, Corvin lets fly towards one of the bandits bearing a longbow. Many of the other Wraiths also hone in on those bandits with ranged weapons, seeking to wither away the Bandits' support so the close-in fighters can mop them up.

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Banditleader with Bastard Sword - Light wound to Left Arm.

<COMBAT> Corvin attacks Bandit2 with Longbow - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Banditleader attacks Esyld with Bastard Sword - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Bandit3 attacks Gabriel with Longbow - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit2 attacks Gabriel with Longsword - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit1 attacks Gabriel with Gladius - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Bandit1 with Brace Of Handcannons but MISSES!

<COMBAT> Vorian attacks Bandit4 with Longsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit4 attacks Vorian with Shortbow - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

There is a loud *CRACK* of the handcannon, but the weapon's aim is off and Gabriel misses his target— though the archer with the longbow has taken the time to narrow in on him! The heavy draw of the longbow is enough to pierce the plate that Gabriel wears, and he is pushed a step back with a sharp wheeze. His eyes narrow through the slit of his helm and he drops the handcannon the ground to retrieve later, drawing his lightsilver longsword from his side to attack the bandiot that had drawn in close.

Surging forward within the ranks, swiftly losing herself in the chaos and carnage of the initial clash, Esyld soon finds herself meeting the gaze of the apparent leader of these troublesome numbers; holding it coldly as she makes clear her intent to advance with the easy heft of her blade and positioning of her form. A powerful swing lands the first blow, a slash across the ringleader's upper arm. He retaliates with a clumsy parry, then a glancing blow above her collarbone that she almost avoids. No matter. Her armors serve her well, and the woman weaves past the man as he puts himself off-kilter, seeking an advantage.

An arrow sprouts out of Vorian's gut, its tip entangled in his chainmail. It doesn't appear to be a dire wound, and he snaps the shaft in half with the rim of his shield. And then he's in close with the bandit, and drives his sword forward, catching the man across the chest and opening up a shallow gash. "Son of a whore!" He looks aside briefly to Gabriel at that wheeze, but the Lord is on his feet and so Vorian turns back to his opponent, lashing out again.

Well, that didn't turn out so well. Corvin can't dwell on the shot that simply grazes one of the bandits' gorgets, though, instead simply nocking another arrow, finding a new target, and letting fly.

<COMBAT> Banditleader attacks Esyld with Bastard Sword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit1 attacks Gabriel with Gladius - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Vorian attacks Bandit4 with Longsword - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Banditleader with Bastard Sword - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Corvin attacks Bandit3 with Longbow but MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit4 attacks Vorian with Shortbow - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Bandit2 with Longsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Bandit3 attacks Gabriel with Longbow - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit2 attacks Gabriel with Longsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Gabriel has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Gabriel spends a luck point to keep fighting!

Alas for Esyld, the leader isn't going to be flanked that easily. He whirls the other way, intercepting her motion with a solid strike across her chest. The momentum and the solid blow combine in a jarring halt, then a half-step knockback. Still, with a snarl and a baring of teeth, the woman refuses to let up, even as blood drips from the slice through that previously pristine jerkin. Forced close, she jerks up and back with an elbow, clattering the man's helm with the pommel of her sword, hopefully buying herself a few seconds to catch a breath, after being winded.

The bandits are putting up a hard fight — Vorian's veteran men have stalled, forming into a shield-wall, absorbing the blows against them and retaliating. But they haven't shattered the outlaws, as was the hope. Vorian himself takes another arrow, this one slicing along his ribs and splitting several links of his chainmail. The impact casts him off-balance, and his own blow is ineffectual. Setting himself, the lean t'Maren lunges over the rim of his shield, attempting to plant the tip of his longsword into the stubborn bandit's face.

Gabriel takes another hit and falters, though red rage crosses his features and he rises with sheer adrenaline powering him. If northern barbarians and Brodlund raiders could not touch him, he would be damned if he fell to some backwoods bandits. He rallies, bringing his sword up to remove his foe from the combat.

Well, Corvin is beginning to wonder which god(dess) these Bandits are making sacrifices to, because this is the second time they've seized a quick advantage against seasoned fighters and killers. Maybe if any of them survive to be questioned, he'll find out, but for now, he continues to rain arrows upon the bandit he's been targeting, especially as he looks inclined to fire back, now.

<COMBAT> Vorian attacks Bandit4 with Longsword - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Banditleader attacks Esyld with Bastard Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit4 attacks Vorian with Shortbow and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Bandit2 with Longsword - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit1 attacks Gabriel with Gladius - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Banditleader with Bastard Sword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit2 attacks Gabriel with Longsword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Corvin attacks Bandit3 with Longbow - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Bandit3 attacks Corvin with Longbow and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Corvin attacks Bandit3 with Longbow - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Banditleader with Bastard Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit3 attacks Corvin with Longbow and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Banditleader attacks Esyld with Bastard Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit4 attacks Vorian with Shortbow and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit2 attacks Gabriel with Longsword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit1 attacks Gabriel with Gladius - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Vorian attacks Bandit4 with Longsword - Serious wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Bandit2 with Longsword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Corvin attacks Bandit3 with Longbow - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Banditleader attacks Esyld with Bastard Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Banditleader with Bastard Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Bandit3 attacks Corvin with Longbow - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Vorian attacks Bandit4 with Longsword - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Bandit2 with Longsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Bandit4 attacks Vorian with Shortbow and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit2 attacks Gabriel with Longsword - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Bandit1 attacks Gabriel with Gladius and MISSES!

Gabriel's rally seems to come through as he makes a good hit on one of his opponents. Fighting multiple opponents is something knights train for, so he isn't overwhelmed by it. He shifts his weight and moves his attention to his other opponent for a time, a grim smile on his face.

Vorian has found his pace now — he presses the archer harder, and the man falters, his shafts planting themselves in the knight's shield. And the knight's sword slaps against the helm of the bandit once — a ringing sound, like a bell, but no damage. Again, and this time he splits open the man's jaw, displaying blood and molars. A third time, and again the helmet turns his blade. "Good armor," the t'Maren remarks grimly.

Well, at least a couple arrows find their mark now. Unfortunately that comes at the cost of one of the Bandits' arrows striking back. Not fatal, but it hurts like hell, and there's only time to break off part of the shaft so it doesn't interfere with his draw before he has to fire back once more. "Come on damn it…" He mutters through clenched teeth. This is just getting embarrassing now.

Esyld's world has shrunk, for the time being, to just she and the man she's facing. Rallying after that painful, bone-wracking strike, the mercenary seems to get a second wind, pressing forward aggressively all of a sudden, keeping the ringleader on the back foot, harrying him into foolish mistakes. A lunge carves deep through his armor, and a follow-up slice leaves blow flowing freely. That's more like it!

<COMBAT> Bandit3 attacks Corvin with Longbow and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Vorian attacks Bandit4 with Longsword - Light wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Bandit1 with Longsword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Banditleader with Bastard Sword - Light wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Corvin attacks Bandit3 with Longbow - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Bandit4 attacks Vorian with Shortbow and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit1 attacks Gabriel with Gladius and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Banditleader attacks Esyld with Bastard Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit2 attacks Gabriel with Longsword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Banditleader with Bastard Sword - Serious wound to Right Hand.

<COMBAT> Bandit2 attacks Gabriel with Longsword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Corvin attacks Bandit3 with Longbow - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Banditleader attacks Esyld with Bastard Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Vorian attacks Bandit4 with Longsword - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Bandit1 with Longsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Bandit4 attacks Vorian with Shortbow and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit1 attacks Gabriel with Gladius and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit3 attacks Corvin with Longbow but MISSES!

<COMBAT> Banditleader has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Bandit1 with Longsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Bandit4 with Bastard Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Corvin attacks Bandit3 with Longbow - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit4 attacks Vorian with Shortbow - Moderate wound to Right Arm.

<COMBAT> Vorian attacks Bandit4 with Longsword - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit1 attacks Gabriel with Gladius but Gabriel DODGES!

<COMBAT> Bandit3 attacks Corvin with Longbow and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit2 attacks Gabriel with Longsword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit3 has been KO'd!

It is all Gabriel can do, blood streaming down his abdomen inside his armor, to hold his own against the two bandits pressing him— frighteningly well for mere "bandits". They seem to well-trained, too disciplined to be simple highwaymen… but there will be time for that later. He switches up his attacks again, his sword moving furiously to attack, parry as his feet seem to move of their own volition. A lesser trained man would be dead by now, Gabriel knew.

How many arrows did it take to fell this scum? Corvin's actually starting to get annoyed now. But finally, inexorably, the arrows do find their mark, and the longbow-bearing bandit falls. Taking a moment to take in a deep breath, Corvin scans the battlefield, and draws once more, this time at one of the bandits Gabriel finds himself engaged with. The fight's not over yet.

You almost have to pity the fumbling bandit leader, as some bloody valkyrie just keeps on at him, raining powerful blows down upon him at every possible opportunity. He's given neither the time or the space to muster defense, a last-ditch attempt as he falls to a knee and raises his arm protectively met with a vicious downward slash across his hand. And no… there's no mercy just because he's lost three fingers and his blade. Esyld kicks him to the dirt and drives the tip of her sword down into his throat, not even bothering to watch the blood gurgling from his mouth, already casting her wild gaze about for the next comer. Closest? Is the bandit hassling Vorian. Jerking her sword free, the woman pivots on a heel and sweeps in, booting the scum hard in the chest as he ducks and weaves.

An arrow finally finds its mark, striking Vorian in his sword-arm, punching right through the chainmail to hang from his shoulder. Grimacing, the knight retaliates, his sword ripping a gash open along the bandit's collarbone. And then he has help — there is Esyld, her foot lashing out to stagger the bandit. He has time to flash a quick smile of gratitude before pressing his advantage, slashing again at the annoyingly-adroit bowman.

Across the "field", the tide of battle is turning as bandits fall to infantry and Wraiths that come out from the woods like ghosts, some grappling with bandits and knifing them in the throat or kidneys as they take them down to the ground.

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Bandit4 with Bastard Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Corvin attacks Bandit1 with Longbow - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit1 attacks Gabriel with Gladius and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Vorian attacks Bandit4 with Longsword - Critical wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Bandit2 with Longsword - Serious wound to Chest.

<COMBAT> Bandit4 attacks Vorian with Shortbow - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Bandit2 attacks Gabriel with Longsword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit4 has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Vorian attacks Bandit2 with Longsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Bandit2 with Longsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Bandit2 with Bastard Sword - Light wound to Chest.

<COMBAT> Bandit2 attacks Gabriel with Longsword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Corvin attacks Bandit1 with Longbow - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit1 attacks Gabriel with Gladius and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Bandit2 with Bastard Sword - Moderate wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Corvin attacks Bandit1 with Longbow - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Bandit1 attacks Gabriel with Gladius but Gabriel DODGES!

<COMBAT> Vorian attacks Bandit2 with Longsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Bandit2 with Longsword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit2 attacks Gabriel with Longsword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Bandit2 has been KO'd!

With the assistance of allies, Gabriel is able to tie up the bandit with the longsword enough that he can thrust his sword into the man's chest. He steps back, taking a deep breath as Vorian and Esyld fall in on the other opponent, giving Gabriel much needed time to rest. He gingerly touches the arrow sticking out of his chest. That's going to be fun to remove.

Damn. Corvin's actually nearly out of arrows from this quiver. Not that he doesn't have another on-hand but he's burned through these quickly. Drawing that last arrow, he takes aim at one of the few remaining Bandits standing, and lets fly.

Not missing a beat, having bought Vorian the space to dispatch of his leering opponent, Esyld is headed directly for Gabriel, who's visibly wearying. And little wonder. Flanking the bandit who's trying to fell the Lord, she has the opportunity to sling a slice at his chest, knocking him more favorably in her direction before she cleaves her bastard sword in a downward arc upon his arm. There's a scowl, despite the victory, as she takes in the state of the l'Corren knight. But she hasn't the time or the talent to help him at this moment in time. As another faceless figure appears on her periphery, she spins to face them, readying her blade.

With Esyld's exceptionally-competent help, that stubborn bandit archer has nowhere left to run. Vorian steps close, swinging at just the right moment, and takes the man's head clean off his shoulders in a spray of arterial blood. His face and armor drenched, the lean knight turns and moves on one of the bandits assaulting Gabriel. His sword almost touches Gabriel's, and crosses Esyld's, as the three bury their weapons into the man's body. Roaring, he turns to face the gladius-wielding fighter, stepping between he and Gabriel as Gabriel rests, nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with Esyld.

<COMBAT> Corvin attacks Bandit1 with Longbow - Light wound to Right Leg.

<COMBAT> Vorian attacks Bandit1 with Longsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit1 attacks Esyld with Gladius and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Bandit1 with Bastard Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Bandit1 has been KO'd!

There's the twitch of an awful smile from the raven-haired mercenary, as an arrow buries itself in the calf of the bandit she has turned to. Somebody up there likes her. Or has a decent sense of humor, at the very least, when it comes to perfect timing. Aware of the knight beside her - and more pressingly the blood-soaked one at her back - Esyld bides her time, waiting for her moment as Vorian slashes the unsteady, bearded ruffian. Ah, there's the opening she was hoping for. The man flails, trying to arc his sword-arm back enough to take a last desperate swing at.. well, whoever he can, really. With cold precision and a firm stance, the Captain lunges and practically lets him impale himself on the tip of her sword; bracing the hilt with both hands and driving it hard through. Wel, at least now the blood sullying her precious leathers isn't just her own.

Gabriel flips up his visor as the last bandits fall to their death or capture, surveying the camp. A grim look crosses his face— the camp was well organized more so than a typical bandit camp would be. "Tie up any of those who still live," he orders. "The Hawk will want to have them questioned." And he did as well. Something about this… didn't seem right.

There. He's down. Vorian smiles across the corpse at Esyld, then turns and surveys the battlefield. There are his men — and a quick count shows them all on their feet, though several are wounded. He rips the arrow from his right arm, tossing it aside with gritted teeth. "These were bandits?" There is disbelief in the knight's voice as he speaks, looking aside at Esyld. And then, looking closer, he winces. "..Are you alright?" He's one to talk, with blood running from three wounds.

As the fighting winds down, the Wraiths emerge from the woods, a few of them unhesitatingly finishing off those too wounded to be likely to survive. A small mercy perhaps. Corvin's clearly moving a bit stiffly, and the sprig of a broken arrow shaft sticking out of his chest likely speaks as to why, though he seems to ignore it for the moment, "I don't know what the hell these men are, but they're not common bandits." He notes to Gabriel, his expression somewhere between annoyed and contemplative. Cardinal's Guardsmen? Even they weren't usually so skilled…most of them, anyway. "Small Pie, go fetch the healers." He notes to one of the other Wraiths nearby, who gives a curt nod and disappears to bring said healers forward. Yes, they brought some along this time.

"M'Lord." Not even having her breath back yet, Esyld offers this acknowledgement toward Gabriel, along with a single nod. Pulling off one gauntlet, she wipes sweat from her brow.. inadvertently smearing a lovely muddy streak of crimson across her cheek. Loooovely. Fingertips pull sweat-dampened tresses, too, back from her brow as the woman moves off; leaving Vorian - the proper t'Maren - to ensure Gabriel's wellbeing, while she just does his bidding. Well, there's something awfully satisfying about hauling felled enemies up by the scruff to ascertain if they're alive. If the Duke is to have his hands upon them, they'll soon wish they were otherwise.

In passing, as the Wraiths reconvene, she casts her vivid blue eyes over Corvin, noting that arrow-shaft. But he's walking and talking. Good enough. He's offered a weary sort of smile, before she's wading through the grisly covering of bodies.. and body parts. Oh, there's one who's squirming. Up he comes, held fast with her forearm across his throat.

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