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Algar grimaced in pain as Terrick's sword gashed his side just below his rib. When Linden backed up, Algar risked a look in Terrick's direction, not wanting to get caught between two opponents, even if they were battered and bleeding. His eyes landed on the small, shadowed form of Mavis and he took two quick steps backwards, reaching toward the boy with his left hand, intending to snatch him by the back of his shirt collar.

Bending over Terrick on his knees, Mavis didn't see Algar approaching until the sound and feel of his footsteps alerted him to the very near presence of the bandit. He spun around and faced the bandit, but didn't even have time to flinch before Algar's fist closed around his shirt collar and pulled tight. The motion made his chest twist awkwardly and sent a shooting burst of pain from his ribs, causing his eyes to suddenly tear up with pain. "Leave him alone..." He pleaded, referring to Terrick who was nearly defenseless against an ax on the floor.

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"Mavis!" Linden wasn't sure whether he should try and grab Algar and force him to release his hold, or stay still. His shaky legs made the decision for him as he didn't want to risk hurting Mavis in the highly probable event that he was not able to out-wrestle Algar. He stopped a couple of steps behind the bandit, unsure of what to do.
 
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"Not until after this is all settled." Raven replied "There is more at stake here than just getting you humans out of my forest." She stopped advancing and waited for him to make up his mind.


Bree saw Raven stop her advance and she backed off a little too, fully prepared to fight again.


Merek took the lull to catch his breath and take a mental note of his wounds. None were severe, but they still stung. He hesitated, eyes glancing between the two elves in case they attacked again. He was outmatched, surely, but he could not believe that laying down his sword would not result in his death, either immediately or later with his neck in a noose. And so it seemed to him to leave only one choice. He wondered briefly if elves could swim. Only one way to find out... he took another step backwards so that the water was up to his thighs, then nodded to the elves, as if he would surrender. But then threw himself backwards into the deeper water where he could... hopefully... get away.
 
Bending over Terrick on his knees, Mavis didn't see Algar approaching until the sound and feel of his footsteps alerted him to the very near presence of the bandit. He spun around and faced the bandit, but didn't even have time to flinch before Algar's fist closed around his shirt collar and pulled tight. The motion made his chest twist awkwardly and sent a shooting burst of pain from his ribs, causing his eyes to suddenly tear up with pain. "Leave him alone..." He pleaded, referring to Terrick who was nearly defenseless against an ax on the floor.

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"Mavis!" Linden wasn't sure whether he should try and grab Algar and force him to release his hold, or stay still. His shaky legs made the decision for him as he didn't want to risk hurting Mavis in the highly probable event that he was not able to out-wrestle Algar. He stopped a couple of steps behind the bandit, unsure of what to do.


Algar laughed menacingly as the boy teared up, pleading for the life of his friend. The bandit leader's arm pulled Mavis closer to him, lifting the boy a foot off the ground by his shirt collar. "Like they left Teddy alone? Riddled full of arrows?

Terrick pushed himself to his elbows, hardly feel the glass shards that pushed their way through his shirt.

"Or Obie? Left alone with his guts spilled onto the floor?" Algar continued, twisting his fist so that the boy's shirt pulled tighter.

Terrick's eyes caught Linden's in the dim light as his fist tightened around the handle of his blade once more.

"Or Brylla? Or Col? Like he left them alone!?" the bandit leader almost spit in the boy's face.
 
Mavis grabbed the collar of his shirt around the front of his neck and attempted to pulled it down in an effort to release the increasing pressure it was placing on his neck. The searing pain coming from his broken rib only worsened as Algar twisted his fist and tightened his grasp, leaving Mavis coughing and sputtering as he tried to breath. "I-I'm sorry..." He wheezed, not being able to think of anything more clever or witty to say. His eyes sought out Algar's, they looked frightened as they met the bandit leader's menacing glare.

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Linden's heart beat frantically in his chest and he felt helpless standing behind Algar. He wanted so desperately to do something, anything, but didn't trust his remaining strength or ability to hold up against the bandit. Catching Terrick's gaze, Linden realized that Algar was becoming so focused on taking his rage out on Mavis that he failed to notice the injured guard moving on the floor. That thought didn't make him feel any better, but he gave a slight nod to Terrick and tightened his grip on the fire iron. "If you hadn't attacked the caravan," he countered cooly. "We wouldn't be having this conversation. None of them would be dead, their blood is on your hands, not ours." By contradicting the bandit he hoped to focus some of his anger away from Mavis, and distract him further from Terrick.

Edited: Sorry, I forgot to write the second half of what I was thinking lol :)
 
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Linden's plan worked and Algar spun toward him again, axe in one hand, Mavis in the other. His eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched as he redirected his rage toward Linden. The bandit took a step closer to the caravan guard then tossed the boy to the floor so that he could grasp the handle of the axe in both hands. "AaaaaAAAAh!" was all he could manage to spit out in his fury as he swung the head of the weapon toward Linden's chest.

A grimace crossed Terrick's face as he pushed himself to his knees as quickly as he could manage. As Mavis crashed to the floor, the sellsword let the surge of anger propel him to his feet, grasping the window ledge to pull himself up.
 
Linden's plan worked and Algar spun toward him again, axe in one hand, Mavis in the other. His eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched as he redirected his rage toward Linden. The bandit took a step closer to the caravan guard then tossed the boy to the floor so that he could grasp the handle of the axe in both hands. "AaaaaAAAAh!" was all he could manage to spit out in his fury as he swung the head of the weapon toward Linden's chest.

A grimace crossed Terrick's face as he pushed himself to his knees as quickly as he could manage. As Mavis crashed to the floor, the sellsword let the surge of anger propel him to his feet, grasping the window ledge to pull himself up.

Quote: Bree anticipated he might go into the water, she brought her knife up, throwing it, then drawing her second, third, fourth, and fifth knife, all throwing in rapid succession at Merek, diving in the water to either fight him, or retrieve his body, depending on if her knives hit their target.
 
Linden's plan worked and Algar spun toward him again, axe in one hand, Mavis in the other. His eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched as he redirected his rage toward Linden. The bandit took a step closer to the caravan guard then tossed the boy to the floor so that he could grasp the handle of the axe in both hands. "AaaaaAAAAh!" was all he could manage to spit out in his fury as he swung the head of the weapon toward Linden's chest.

A grimace crossed Terrick's face as he pushed himself to his knees as quickly as he could manage. As Mavis crashed to the floor, the sellsword let the surge of anger propel him to his feet, grasping the window ledge to pull himself up.

Mavis' legs buckled underneath him the moment Algar released his shirt collar, leaving him to crumple into a heap on the floor in front of Terrick. A cry of agony split his lips as he hit the floor and his ribs jarred once again. Although the hold on his neck had been released, he still found it nearly as hard to breath due to the pain in his chest.

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Linden backed up a step and threw up the fire iron in defense as the ax swung on a collision course with his body. The ax hit his weapon and knocked it clean out of his hands, sending it crashing to the floor on the other side of the cabin. It was just enough, however, to deflect the ax enough that it missed Linden's shirt, but by a hair. He continued backing up until his back hit the far wall, but he continued to throw taunts at Algar to keep his attention away from Terrick. "This was your fault, you should have left us alone! Now your entire clan is dead because of you!"
 
Bree anticipated he might go into the water, she brought her knife up, throwing it, then drawing her second, third, fourth, and fifth knife, all throwing in rapid succession at Merek, diving in the water to either fight him, or retrieve his body, depending on if her knives hit their target.
Raven stayed where she was. She watched the bandit go into the water and Bree go after him, then glanced around to check for any others before looking towards her home and hoping her new friends were alright. She looked back to Merek and Bree, she had to concentrate on one battle at a time. Keeping her eyes on where the two went under, she started moving towards where her bow had been thrown, intending to retrieve it.
 
Part of Linden's words rang true, even though it had been Rorik and not Algar that had sent the bandits to capture the caravan's wagon. But his mind pushed any blame of his own away. "And you to join them shortly," Algar spat. With Linden backed up against the wall and his only weapon out of his hands, there was nothing to stop Algar now. He shortened his hold on the axe handle and pulled it back, intending to spill Linden's guts onto the floor.

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The room seemed to grow darker ... and much quieter, as Terrick made it to his feet, his field of vision momentarily narrowing down to a small point as Linden's fire iron went flying across the room. With the last bit of his strength, Terrick pushed himself off the window's edge, sword extended toward Algar's back. The bandit's mouth opened in shock and surprise as the blade embedded itself in his back. Terrick let go of the blade and fell to the floor right next to Linden and Algar where he lay still.

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One of Bree's blades struck Merek just behind his shoulder blade, another embedded itself in his calf and the man floundered in the water. He managed to push himself only another few feet before Bree caught up to him.
 
Bree caught up to him, she saw two of her blades struck, and he would drown, she grabbed him by his shirt, and dragged him above water, and back to shore, for Raven to deal with while she retrieved the few medical supplies she had brought with her from her Pack.
 
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