Morthak spatters the raider's brains in the dirt.
Cahel touches Grea, and Grea feels strength and anger welling up inside.
Jaryx steps back . "This is why no one wants to play with you!"
Once again, he throws at the bandit.
A second missiles follows immediate after.
Jaryx wipes the c0cky look off the bandit's face by excavating a crater in it with two bolts in rapid succession.
Th'Kal leaps over Arakan's head to land beside the bandit. He swipes with one of his hatchets but the raider deflects it with his shield.
Jareen brings his staff crashing into the bandit attacking him, then steps back .
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The angry little Thri'kreen clicks, "Kjal!" and spins away from her friend's combat. Instead she leaps at the mounted bandit with claws flailing in rapid succession.
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The bandit facing Th'Kal hits back half-heartedly, sensing the end.
Meanwhile, the last mounted bandit turns hit mount to hit back at Grea.
The bandit fighting Djal manages to avoid the mul's tripping spear and closes angrily, axe in hand.
Once his favorite Kreen moves into position, Arakan's bravery finally peeks out. He dances through the space between the bandit and the fire, to take full advantage of where Th'Kal moved. With his threat lingering, and an ally in position, Arakan takes his swing. He aims to place a knife deep in the enemy's back. "I tried to warn you, but now you have to face an angry Kreen. MY angry Kreen."
Morthak steps out of the hut, over the sleeping kank, and surveys the battle. He immediately turns right and rushes over to flank Djal's opponent, attacking with his warhammer.
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Arakan dances round the bandit and sticks him, but the wound isn't fatal.
Morthak's blow is hasty and wide.
Jaryx looks at the kanks wandering away from the barrier with some concern. "No, no, stay here."
Cahel moves and stabs at the nearest bandit with his spear.
Jaryx turns toward the fence, ignoring the livestock for the moment, and peers through. Seeing a bandit still on his mount, he takes a step back and flings a pair of missiles over the stockade at the kank-rider.
Djal knocks the bandit off his feet again. And Cahel impales the last mounted bandit, who slumps and falls from the saddle.
Jaryx turns toward the fence, ignoring the livestock for the moment, and peers through. Seeing a bandit still on his mount, he takes a step back and flings a pair of missiles over the stockade at the kank-rider.
Th'kal closes on his prey.
Th'Kal hacks up into the bandit's ribs while biting down on his neck. The raider collapses.
Jaryx will see if he can move the gate to let himself in.
He grabs up his tonfa and steps into the breach he's created, knowing he must prevent anyone from leaving through the gap.
Jareen again uses his act to cover his spell casting.
"Oh Lords of fire and desert heat! Hear our call once more and smite these enemies!"
With that he gestures from the fire to the last bandit.
The two missile thud into the bandit where he lies.
Grea leaps forward mantis-like and flails at the remaining bandit.
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Grea's foot stamps down but the bandit rolls aside just in time. He puts up his hands and shouts "Mercy!"
Arakan lets out a loud "HAH!" As he strides boldly around the fire. Loudly, so the villagers can hear, he puts on a little show for their sake, "How many times had these poor wretches begged for mercy? What did you do then, stand idly by, or help grind them into the sand under your heel? Should we follow your example?" He looks around at those assembled, trying to feel the crowd. In a more normal tone, he 'offers' "The extent of our mercy is measured wholly by your willingness to spill all you know of your encampment."
"You do not deserve mercy," Morthak grumbles, stalking towards the raider with deadly intent clear in his eyes.
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Arakan holds up a hand toward Morthak, "Dammit Dwarf! Will you wait just one sun-blasted minute?! Think of your potential outcome, not your immediate one!"
Cahel watches the scene unfold, his face a mask of stone. These bandits were not his enemy, but he could put himself in their sandals and understood their emotion.
With no one trying to hurt him, Jaryx returns to his earlier concern. "Kanks wander away. Want to keep them?"
Arakan holds up a hand toward Morthak, "Dammit Dwarf! Will you wait just one sun-blasted minute?! Think of your potential outcome, not your immediate one!"
Morthak pauses a moment, but snarls at Arakan. "What other outcome did you have planned for them? Hurt their feelings before we put them down?"
At Jaryx "Yes!", more to keep him out of the way than anything else.
Jareen moves next to Arakan, "Morthak, your vengeance will be greater the more information we wring from this wretch before he dies."
Grea looks down at the bandit and shakes her head.
With no one trying to hurt him, Jaryx returns to his earlier concern. "Kanks wander away. Want to keep them?"
At Jaryx "Yes!", more to keep him out of the way than anything else.
"I will help." Still in the visage of a Thri'kreen she sidesteps around the bandit, then scuttles toward the gate. "Let's go Jaryx."
Morthak grimaces but continues to stay his attack.
The man's eyes are round with fear. "Whatever you want!"
Morthak sighs, "We want... information."
"OK," says the bandit.
"The extent of our mercy is measured wholly by your willingness to spill all you know of your encampment."