Caiten fires an arrow at the half orc, who has some cover from the railing of the platform -- but he's suddenly quite nervous, and unsure of his footing as you all begin to emerge and fire upon them, and the arrow scores a line along his arm.
Yasami becomes as a ghost in the trees, silently creeping into a more advantageous position.
Cev launches a dagger at his foe telekinetically, but it plants itself into the rail, unless a wrinkle in time and space changes that outcome...
Alak Stagram is a man most at ease with a very very big sword. But such things are not much use when your cowardly, law-breaking foes are playing in treehouses and won't come down. He runs from the trees and hefts one of his two javelins, launching it at the woman whose brother Dario killed.
She's frightened, but also behind cover, and the strike just misses.
-------------Bad Guys--------------
The two mercs on the small northern platform spot Cev, and take aim at him, designating him as their prey.
It's a difficult shot to line up, though a number of leaves. Three of their arrows are deflected and go wide, on clatters against Cev's armor but finds no purchase on his person.
On the main platform, the one on the lower platform, in the northwest corner, takes aim at Oren.
One of his shots finds purchase in Oren's arm, but not deeply -- enough to bleed but not disable the big man.
The orc on the highest platform targets Lisi. "Big words," he calls down, trying to reassure himself.
His first shot hits Lisi in the shoulder. "Only worm I see around here is you."
Block 1: Merc Leader, Voz
Block 2: Lisi, Joran, Oren, Dario
Block 3: Blue
Block 4: Alak, Cez, Yasami, Caiten
Block 5: Red, Minions
Cevendyl will simply call his dagger back to him, and move to engage the far platform when he can
"'Ey! Leave the scary boy with the flower crown alone, you ne ochenʹ priyatnyy chelovek!" The gunslinger shouted, taking aim at the man who fired his shot at Lisi.
As he stares, Dario looks at the design of these wooden fortresses. His eyes focus on the ladders, seeing if there we left in a pile or if they could be shot down to let his comrades assault the forts that much more easily.
He only has a moment to look at the setup before another arrow puts him hiding again behind the tree. Cursing softly, he begins the process of reloading while taking cover.
Snapping his attention in the direction of the falling mercenary who lands with a thud, he notices the gaping hole in his forehead. Grinning and nodding at how impressive that shot was, "Nice shot, Dario ol' buddy."
Not a moment later though, his attention is quickly diverted to the multiple arrows that strike true. Grimacing in pain at the one that lodged itself within his leg, "Son of a...!" the barbarian's anger rises and he immediately aims for the supports of the watchpost.
Caiten watches a bit puzzled as he stands in the open in the middle of the field and is completely ignored while nearly everyone else around him is being shot at. "I guess I am just not seen as that much of a threat. I suppose I shouldn't complain too much about that."
Quickly assessing the injuries that his allies have sustained, he calls out to Joran, "Joran, are you surviving reasonably well?"
"Some arrows caught me but only one of 'em managed to lodge itself in my leg!" he returns as he rares back to swing at another support, connecting solidly. "Hurts like hell but other than that, I'm still standing! For now anyway! Don't worry about me, Caiten, tend to the others first if they need it!" It's my fault we're in this mess anyway. Stupid, Joran, stupid! You can't keep going like this! What about Trin, huh?! Do you ever think about HER in all this?! No! You don't! You just run headlong into crap without EVER thinking! You've got to be smarter, man! You're gonna get yourself killed or WORSE! you'll get one of the others killed. There's more at stake than just you. The barbarian, frustrated with himself, shakes his head at his own folly.
Oren runs over and joins his fellow barbarian in attacking the supports!
Lisi moves up and extends an arm towards two affrighted mercenaries. Guba sensibly stays back, watching the warglets (at least, onlookers think Guba is watching; Guba doesn't really have eyes, per se.)
"You know we only need one of you alive to bring us to Voz, yes? Or you could surrender right now. We don't even need you hale, just alive."
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Dario's shot wounds the fellow up top, but his scan of the ladders reveals little in the way of use -- they pulled them up in a hurry, and the messy piles would take more than a bullet to knock free.
Joran knocks two of the supports free as he rages against the structure. Oren joins him shortly and a third support goes. A quiet creaking gives you hope that your strategy will work.
Rocks rain down on two of the mercenaries, pelting them and causing them to flinch under the barrage.
The sister of the dead merc can't get a shot lined up on Dario, between the tree he's ducked behind and Alak standing in the way. She runs to the southern end of the platform to get the hellknight out of her way, at least, and fires two shots at the gunslinger, too enraged to choose an easier target.
Her rage is of the blinding sort, apparently, and both shots fly wide, one landing closer to Yasami than Dario.
The two on the southern small platform, uncaring about Joran's inner thoughts and self reflection, fire a barrage of arrows at the man as he tries to bring the platform down.
In Joran's rage, he's less careful than normal, and four of the arrows find their marks, three slicing open wounds, and another one slamming into his torso. He is beginning to regret turning Caiten down, and breathing hurts...
Caiten listens to Joran proclaim his continued good health and then take another barrage of arrows. "Um..." He looks over to Oren, then Cevendyll, then Lisi, then Alak, then Dario tucked in behind a tree, and finally himself. "You are the only one currently resembling a pin cushion."
He notices Cevendyll eyeing the distant platform and the enemies on it. "We can deal with them together in a bit. I don't recommend taking both of them on yourself alone. Are you able to use your renewable healing abilities on Joran?"
Caiten stops mid thought as he notices something subtle. He looks again at Joran, Oren, Cevendyll, Lisi, Alak, Dario; then Guba, the two Warg puppies, and off in the distance Sulee looking somewhat bored... "Where is Yasamina?"
Managing to tear down two of the supports, the next thing the barbarian feels is more arrows striking true with one striking painfully true. Looking down at the one protruding from his gut, "Yeah that's gonna leave a mark," he mutters hoarsely, coughing up blood.
Caiten listens to Joran proclaim his continued good health and then take another barrage of arrows. "Um..." He looks over to Oren, then Cevendyll, then Lisi, then Alak, then Dario tucked in behind a tree, and finally himself. "You are the only one currently resembling a pin cushion."
He notices Cevendyll eyeing the distant platform and the enemies on it. "We can deal with them together in a bit. I don't recommend taking both of them on yourself alone. Are you able to use your renewable healing abilities on Joran?"
Snapping his attention over to Caiten and bearing a pained look, Joran has to work to speak loud enough to be heard. "What the *cough* hell are you *cough cough* talking about?" he manages laboriously, not having the slightest idea what renewable healing abilities are.
"I'm talking about you coughing up blood. That doesn't look very healthy."
Yasamina attempts to move further through the treeline in silence, closing the gap between her and the two mercenaries near the cave wall.
Cevendyll throws his dagger at the green skinned criminal on the left hand side of the closest platform
"He is actually more reckless than Joran is", Caiten thinks to himself as Cevendyll assaults the second platform alone.
Caiten moves behind a different tree next to Dario and casts Heal on Joran.
Hexes
Stoke the Heart
Phase Familiar
Needle of Vengeance
Cantrips
Shield
Prestidigitation
Stabilize
Light
Guidance
1st
Heal
Bless
Magic Weapon
2nd
Heal H+1
Phantom Pain H+1
Alak looks to Caiten, whom he has assessed to be the closest thing to a tactician in this mess -- albeit one whose advice is not always heeded. "I'm useless if I can't reach them," he growled. He chucked his last javelin at the sister.
He throws his hands up and gestured in a 'see what I mean?' sort of way. "Open to bright ideas... in the meantime I'll see if I can't draw some fire." Seeing the pincushion Joran has become he runs in that direction and waves his arms at the two on the southern platform. "Oooo, better stop me before I knock you out of that tree!" Alak was many things, but an actor was not one of them.
The two half orcs that Cevendyll decided to take on by himself unleash a barrage of shots towards him.
Several of the arrows penetrate Cev's armor, one sinking into his arm painfully.
The fellow on the northwest corner of the main platform can no longer see Oren, and shifts his focus to Lisi, in the middle of the field. He and the fellow on the upper platform both fire down at the druid.
Two arrows sink deeply into Lisi, and he feels himself growing cold as shock sets in. Guba shivers his foliage in concern, and the warglets, usually well trained enough to hang back when told, charge out to stand in front of Lisi, growling and yipping in an adorably ineffective attempt to protect him. "Aww, what's wrong? Not feeling so hale and alive yourself now?" one of the half orcs taunts.
Emerging from the cave and moving around the sides of the cabin, two armored, animated skeletons emerge, lumbering with the unnatural gait of a corpse brought back to life. Behind them comes the hobgoblin leader of the mercs, appearing around the southern side of the cabin.
Then, stepping forth from the cave, only clearly visible to Yasami, is a beautiful blonde half elven woman. Her face is a mask of cold fury. She casts a spell and a shimmer surrounds her briefly before settling onto her person, as she places mage armor upon herself. She turns her head to the hobgoblin. "What am I paying you for? I told you to watch for them and you let them get this close? I want them dead. Amateurs."
"Open to bright ideas... in the meantime I'll see if I can't draw some fire."
"It looks like Joran and Oren nearly have this front platform ready to collapse towards us. Once it does so, we should be able to use it as cover against these archers on the other platforms."
"If you want my bow, you can take it. It looks like I will have better things to be doing for a while. Will you need arrows too, or do you have some of those of your own?"
Caiten sees Lisi take several shots and notices that he is also resembling a pin cushion. "Lisi, do you also need assistance from me, or do you have it covered yourself?"
Caiten then notices the large skeletons coming around the far building. "Or Alak, those skeletons are on the ground. You can reach them. Though you may want to do so when no so far from the rest of us."
"I'm absolute s+&%e at archery, I'm afraid," Alak calls before the skeleton emerges. "Well, hello there ugly." He grins.
"Lisi!!! Could you ask the girls to rush this platform over here!? I need these gentlemen distracted until everyone gets to this platform. I want to shift my attention to the undead!
The mercenaries held the higher ground and assailed the ground forces with near impunity. Their strongest melee fighters were being struck again by arrow after arrow, it was awe-inspiring to to watch what should've brought a lesser man or woman to their knees be ignored. Yet there was too much blood being spilled and not enough time for them to adjust. The return of the mercenary leader, the skeletons, and an actual spellcaster sent a slew of curses escaping from his lips.
Dario shouts, popping out from behind cover and taking aim at the man that he had pinged before. Zeroing in on his target, he fired another gunshot.
The first shot sails off, earning another curse as he quickly reloads. His companions were in danger and couldn't spare the chance to try and take cover when he could be protecting them.
"Climb the damn trees if you must!" Dario bellows as he pops out again, firing at the same target.
The second shot finds its place in the cocky half-orc that was was taunting Lisi, a small spray of red erupting from his neck as he stumbles and grabs a hold of his neck. A torrent of red begins flooding downwards before he tips over and falls from the wooden tower.
"Whatever fancy tricks any of you might be hiding, now is the time to whip them out!"
Caiten looks at the whip coiled up on his belt. "I'll get to that in a moment."
"I'm talking about you coughing up blood. That doesn't look very healthy."
Shaking his head, "Nope *cough, cough-cough* doesn't feel real good either," is the best he can manage as he swings at another support.
"Heads up, Oren!" he yells through the pain, coughing horribly as a big stream of blood comes pouring out. Joran then retreats back toward Lis in an effort to not be crushed by the structure.
Not a moment later he feels some of his wounds heal, allowing him to breathe a little better. That helps.
A creaking and groaning sound grew louder, followed by loud cracks as the remaining supports broke off the nails holding them. The lower platform of the two-tiered, main structure tipped fairly suddenly to the west, the weight of the two mercs no longer supported. Both tumbled to the ground prone.
The platform itself seesawed back the other way. It was skewered on the tree, built around it, and did not fall to the ground, but settled back down onto the intact struts it had pulled free from, now that the excess weight had been deposited.
"Good work Joran! That should make this easier!" Oren moves towards the fallen mercenary and rage burns in his eyes as fire wraps around Foehammer and he brings it down upon her!
Dario's shot brings down the one from the highest platform. His body falls to the lower one just as Joran dislodges it, then rolling to the ground in a heap beside his recently dumped companions.
Oren smashes his maul down upon the woman's skull, and she dies so violently that Joran and the tree Caiten was using for cover are now splattered with blood and bits of brain matter.
Alak's earlier diversion, combined with Joran retreating from view, lead the two on the southern platform to take new aim at the hellknight.
One of the arrows lucks its way into a spot where his armor plates meet, and he grunts in pain, but turns the sound into a growl.
Caiten ducks behind the tree briefly to avoid getting bits of burning brain matter on his clothes.
He hears Alak growl in pain. "You are too far away for me to reach you there. I recommend pulling back, taking cover, or both."
He looks to Lisi again. "It is probably better for you to continue damaging our foes than for me to do so. You are better at dealing damage than I am."
Caiten retrieves a scroll and casts Heal on Lisi.
"Stay put Alak, I will be right there!"
Cevendyl races over to the Hellknigt, and lets positive energy wash over him to restore his health
"Good work Joran! That should make this easier!" Oren moves towards the fallen mercenary and rage burns in his eyes as fire wraps around Foehammer and he brings it down upon her!
"YEAH!!!" the barbarian erupts at Oren's absolute destruction of the mercenary. "Right back at you, buddy! I'm going to help Alak!" Joran takes off in the Hellknight's direction.
Lisi's eyes bulge. "Thank you, Caiten," he says, as his life is restored. His eyes resume normal size and then narrow with anger.
"Choke and be blinded," he snaps at the mercenaries, and casts primal energy from his hands.
"Thank you, Caiten,"
"Glad to help. Nice choice of spell and target."
"I'm not liking the look of those skeletons. But at least they are on the ground."
"Dario, I think that you, me, and Lisi are the only ones who have reliable ranged attacks and can reach these people on the other platforms."
Caiten and Cev take a moment to see to the wounded among you as the new foes enter the field of battle. Lisi casts his spell upon the two on the northernmost platform...
The cloud of ash and smoke fills the area around the northern platform, and the two mercenaries began coughing. "Ah! Can't see!" one of them cries out, rubbing uselessly at his eyes. One of the skeletal champions also makes a coughing sound, oddly enough.
Alak grins at Cevendyll. "You're a handy man to have around. Now, then. Can't shoot me if I'm under their platform, eh?" He ran under the southern platform and swung his blade at the hobgoblin.
His strike just manages to connect with the nimble leader, and she grunts with pain, not having expected any of you to be quite so near.
The bald merc who wasn't blinded on the northern platform squints against the ash. "We can't stay in this," he told his friend. "Come on!" He kicked the rope ladder down and moved out of the cloud.
The blind one feels around for the ladder, taking a while to find it, only just managing to climb onto it.
The skeleton who'd been passing around the north side of the shed spots Cevendyll, and moves to engage, but his longsword glances off Cev's armor.
The other skeleton moves under the platform to flank Alak, who takes the opportunity to try and hit the undead as it maneuvers.
Alak hit the thing critically, stopping its movement and breaking severl ribs from its cage. The skeleton resumes its original course, but doe not have time to strike against the hellknight.
The hobgoblin woman sets her sights on Alak and strikes with her weapons.
Voz sees the surrounded hellknight and sneers. "Be a good little soldier and die." She pulls back her arm and an arcane bow appears in her hand. She unleashes it, firing a green arrow at the hellknight that drips acid as it flies.
Alak has just enough time to say "Oh crap..." before the arrow strikes him right in the sternum, melting a hole right through his armor. He falls to the ground, unconscious.
Dario nods in agreement with Caiten; his pistol was their covering fire and where he was, he could still target the enemies down the range. Taking aim at the snipers above where Alak was fighting, Dario reloads and fires.
The shot isn't as good as the gunslinger likes, as he quietly grumbles while reloaded behind a tree.
"Bah, I told you to come back this way. I still can't reach you there," Caiten mutters under his breath as he sees Alak get attacked repeatedly and go down.
"Oren! Little help! Alak is down!" With the archers picking them apart from on high, undead warriors heading straight for them who should be dead, Voz launching acid blobs that may or may not have killed Alak - and who knows how many more of those she has in her back pocket - and Joran not knowing how many more hits he can take, he just shakes his head at how dire the situation has become. "Well, I got us into this. Looks like I've got to get us out or die trying. I'm sorry, Trin. Here goes nothing." The barbarian then charges the hobgoblin...
...and misses horribly before retreating once again. "I'M COMING TO GET YOU, VOZ! YOU FREAKING TRAITOR!" Maybe that'll turn her attention toward me and lay off the others. I hope.
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Oren runs over to support Cev in his battle with the Skeletal Champion!
Cevendyl charges his dagger with disrupting energy and attacks the skeleton champion
"What in the Maiden's name?! I swear you are all more suicidal than I am.", Yasamina shouts from the underbrush, revealing her position, and immediately runs up to Alak's body.
She pulls out her waterskin, puts it between her ribs and shoulder to apply pressure, and sprays water on the wound.
"Ah, there is where Yasami went."
Dario manages to clip one of the southern mercs with a shot, but it's not nearly as effective as his opening volley. Joran, too, finds himself unable to get a solid hit in. He asks, however, and Oren delivers, bringing his maul down to scatter the bones of the skeleton all over the nearby ground. Cev's dagger just nicks the other skeleton, not designed to do much damage against such a fleshless foe.
Yasami abandons her stealthy approach and douses Alak with water, washing the acid from his chest and putting herself in a precarious position to do so, enemies all around.
Fortunately for her, the archers right overhead were not paying close attention to the base of their watchpost, assuming their leader would finish the hellknight who ran underneath them. This was unfortunate for Joran, however, since his shouting got their attention.
The second archer is a better shot, and a pair of arrows strike the big oaf, who finds himself in a world of pain.
Block 1: Merc Leader, Voz
Block 2: Yasami, Joran, Oren, Dario
Block 3: Blue
Block 4: Alak, Cev, Lisi, Caiten
Block 5: Red, Minions
Caiten looks around the battlefield considering the various combatants on both sides. "There is too much to do and not enough time to do it in."
He looks over at the still living enemy that fell off of the platform that Joran and Oren damaged. "Such as that one. Lisi, can you handle him?"
He moves forward next to Joran and hoping to keep the trunk of that tree between himself and the archers on the platform, but not certain that it will work. He takes a look at Alak from there. "Ah, good work Yasami. I can keep him from dying - I'll stabilize him in just a moment. You should keep yourself from dying too though."
Caiten looks over at Joran. "You still aren't looking very good." He considers for a moment. "Well, using this now is better than using it later if later never has the chance to come."
Caiten casts level 2 Heal on Joran.
He makes a critical assessment of Joran afterwards. "You still don't look like you are in great condition, but that should keep you standing for a while longer."
Hexes
Stoke the Heart
Phase Familiar
Needle of Vengeance
Cantrips
Shield
Prestidigitation
Stabilize
Light
Guidance
1st
Heal
Bless
Magic Weapon
2nd
Heal H+1
Phantom Pain H+1
As Joran gets filled full of arrows, he struggles to stay standing. Looking over at Caiten, the android notices, probably for the first time, fear in the warrior's eyes.
Caiten looks over at Joran. "You still aren't looking very good."
Joran finds it too painful to respond but knows full well that he can't argue with that assessment.
He makes a critical assessment of Joran afterwards. "You still don't look like you are in great condition, but that should keep you standing for a while longer."
Caiten casts level 2 Heal on Joran.
[dice=Healing]2d8 + 16
Able to breathe somewhat better, "Thanks, Caiten," he manages, albeit through pained breaths as he wipes some blood off his mouth with his sleeve.
"Of course, Joran." Caiten says almost absent mindedly as he continues looking around the battle analyzing threats and calculating options.
"That Hobgoblin is really fast - both with its feet and with its blades. Alak barely managed to connect. But it is hard to deal with him while we still have these archers shooting us."
"With pleasure," growls Lisi. "Voz! We'll see you soon."
Lisi extends a hand towards the mercenary.
Lisi moves, cautiously, looking to see if the merc has expired yet. "Rocco, Shadow, get ready to move."
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"Of course, Joran." Caiten says almost absentmindedly as he continues looking around the battle analyzing threats and calculating options.
"That Hobgoblin is really fast - both with its feet and with its blades. Alak barely managed to connect. But it is hard to deal with him while we still have these archers shooting us."
Nodding in agreement, "We've got to take out those archers." He takes a breath that hurts. "They're just gonna pick us apart if we don't," he concludes, taking another painful breath.
"Dario! Counting on you, buddy! Need you to take down one of those archers!" He grimaces as it hurts to yell. "You do that and your next three beers are on me!" he tells him, unable to smile at all as the pain is too much.
"Cev! If you can chunk that dagger of yours through either skull of those archers..." he grimaces again while knowing he's going to regret this next desperate statement, "then you can officiate my wedding!" Joran coughs, more blood seeping out of his mouth as he wipes it.
Cev moves into position and then casts his dagger 30' at the right hand (most damaged) archer
The heroes of Breachill had been through quite a bit together this week. But never had things felt quite so dangerous. There were a number of enemies still up, and the party's resources were being depleted. The archers kept firing with near-impunity, and now Voz had taken to the field, a known necromancer who'd already dropped one member of the group.
Caiten bought Joran some time, keeping him from death's door, or so both men hoped.
Lisi shot a both of lightning at the prone orc who'd fallen from the collapsing platform
The wily bastard rolls out of the way and the bolt misses him entirely.
Cevendyll has similar poor luck, his dagger flying wide of his mark.
With Yasami's quick thinking and selfless move washing the magical acid from his wound, Alak slips out of Pharasma's clutches for the moment. Yasami can see his breathing is stable, and while he remains unconscious, he is in no danger of bleeding out, so long as the mercenaries have more pressing foes to attend to.
The prone merc clambers to his feet and runs at Lisi, taking a swing at the druid.
He's distracted and misses as a pair of warglets rush in to protect their papa, biting at his shins.
Rocco sinks her teeth deep into the merc's leg, finding an artery. The little grey warg pup's jaws are soon covered with blood, an eerily cute preview of the monster she'll grow to be one day. The mercenary collapses to the ground, bleeding out, finished off by a puppy.
The bald orc who'd run out of the ash cloud glances around and takes aim at Oren, hoping to catch the man unawares and with his guard down.
Oren didn't forget about the enemy at his back, and dodges aside as the bow is brought to bear upon him, the arrows missing.
The fellow caught in the ash cloud continues hacking and coughing, his blindness clearing up, though he's now seeing everything washed out and fuzzy as he's dazzled from the ash. He climbs down the ladder slowly and carefully, moving out of the cloud in a random direction...
He emerges near Voz, gasping for clear breath, unable to do more than that at the moment.
The skeletal champion under the southern platform ignores Alak once he drops, turning his attention to the nearest threat, Yasami.
The first strike is a painful one, as Yasami takes a slash to her side from the undead creature.
The hobgoblin smirks at Yasami, seeing what she hopes will be another easy, lonesome target.
The hobgoblin stabs Yasami's shoulder with her rapier, then slashes with her dagger along her arm, and suddenly her earlier comment about suicidal tendencies is coming back to haunt her.
Voz strides out from behind the shed. Quickly surveying the battle, she decides her hobgoblin hireling can dispatch the woman. Seeing the number of individuals arrayed against her, she takes the time to cast another spell upon herself, and suddenly there are four Voz's standing in close proximity to one another, moving in sync.
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"You're going to owe me more than that when we're done here, you oaf." Dario shouts, angry as he watches the battle turn back and forth between the two sides. The enemies in the trees were still firing down at them with skill, targeting their strongest allies and bringing them closer to the edge. His attention turns towards the foes that are still up in the tree as he takes aim once more.
The shot is expertly place as the gunslinger continues to fire down small, metal hell upon his enemies. Reloading the pistol quickly, he takes aim back up at the last standing fortress that holds against him and his friends.
Caiten watches in cold calculation as the battle continues to unfold. "Joran, that hit and run tactic you used recently actually worked quite well. If you do that again, an improvement on the strategy would be to end up underneath that platform where the archers cannot hit you." He looks at the skeleton again. "And if you can finish off that skeleton, that will be at least one less enemy hurting people."
"Oh, and Yasami... Run - or rather - reposition. See if Lisi can help you out, because I am pretty much out of healing at the moment."
Caiten then turns his attention and calculations to the four Voz'es and the Hobgoblin. "And if someone can frighten this Hobgoblin for a moment, that would be appreciated."
Caiten watches Voz cast her spell.
"Hmm... Mirror Image. That's annoying. But if I am not worried about damage, I can just shoot the area and hit something.
"You're going to owe me more than that when we're done here, you oaf." Dario shouts, angry as he watches the battle turn back and forth between the two sides. The enemies in the trees were still firing down at them with skill, targeting their strongest allies and bringing them closer to the edge. His attention turns towards the foes that are still up in the tree as he takes aim once more.
Having no energy to debate the gunslinger, "You just keep firing!"
Caiten watches in cold calculation as the battle continues to unfold. "Joran, that hit and run tactic you used recently actually worked quite well. If you do that again, an improvement on the strategy would be to end up underneath that platform where the archers cannot hit you." He looks at the skeleton again. "And if you can finish off that skeleton, that will be at least one less enemy hurting people."
Working to gather his breath, he ponders the android's suggestion before nodding. "Yeah okay." The arrow-filled barbarian then takes off, brushing past Yasamina, "Comin' through, Yasamina!" leaping over the unconscious Alak before planting himself behind the skeleton and swinging with what he's got left.
Unable to contribute in any form or fashion, "Hey, Voz, just so you know, I'm about to kill your little pet! You hear that, pet!" the barbarian's rage helps him get that out easily enough as he stares blades at the hobgoblin.