EVENT: "Along the Road to Magic City."

Arrows begin to zip by the cart, as the merchants return fire. One even climbs onto the caravan to get a better vantage point. The bandits spread out in a wide array, spreading out to encircle the merchants.

Bandits [x7] =

Merchants =

Creal = 10

Darkserium = 10

Battle Notes

Not every bandit is equipped with a bow, as you can see. They are moving targets, making them a bit harder to hit. They are within range of bows and projectiles, and will be closing in within the next turn.

Darkserium scans the approaching party, looking for a target. He sees a bandit at the tip of the charge and decide to aim for him. He raises his bow and pulls the string back to his cheek, and releasing. The speed at which this happened was less than 1 second. It was a motion he had practiced many times in order to achieve a swift and proficient draw and release. Alike, another arrow was already knocked on the string in the same motion, never breaking, and never slowing. He now waited to see the chaos his arrow would cause.

Creal quickly recovers and slashes the two legs of his assailant's horse that are nearest to him as he charges past on his horse. Creal takes great care in keeping track of the raiders in order to avoid surprise attacks. He looks and counts quickly how many he is able to see.

Creal bears a wound across his left shoulder, but the bandit's horse is crippled. Having no other choice, the bandit dismounts expertly, charging at Creal's behind, with a forward slash. Another bandit, wielding a bow, sees Darkserium take flight, and fires upon him while his back is turned to hit the bandit assailing Creal. As suspicious folk, another bandit ignores his post to figure upon the winged creatured, as they decide to deal with more mortal men last.

Creal's HP = 6

Darkserium jumps into flight again and lands on top of the caravan. He lifts his bow and fires an arrow at his companion's assailant. He calls his hawk and and points to his foe. It swoops down and screeches as it flies by, causing a distraction.

Creal sees his enemies retreating and slowly moves towards his ijnured ally keeping track of his enemies at all times.