Session 1: The Broken Cart

The confused look only lasted a moment, and the archer drew and released another arrow at OOLIN with a practiced motion.

The bandit tried to block Zandoran's kicks, but they kept coming at him too fast. One caught him under the jaw, snapping his head back. His neck broken, he fell limp to the ground at the feet of his friend. Looking from the body up to Zandoran, the other bandit stabbed forward with his knife.

The man let out a bloodcurdling scream as Crash tackled him and started dragging him into the bushes. Terror gave him strength and he stabbed back even as he was being dragged.

Mig's staff gracefully comes around and makes hard contact with the bandit's skull. The explosion of pain had him staggering back a few steps before he recovered and came back swinging his short-sword.

Reflecting the hazy light filtering through the smoke, Zippo's forearm blades sparkled as they pressed the attack. Taking advantage of openings obvious to him, he sunk his blades sunk deep into one bandit's stomach and the other's thigh. Both continued to press the attack though, confident that the two of them could take down this lone combatant.

Head pounding with a killer headache, the bandit drew a wicked looking knife and slashed at Ythrinda, trying to add another scar to her horrible visage.

Let the Winds Blow.
Mig maintains the motion of his staff, whirling it about himself in defensive arcs. He's not a little surprised that the man who took the blow to the head is still on his feet, let alone coming back for more.

"Hard head indeed" he says aloud.

Ensconced in their own miniature battles, each proved their prowess over the bandits and each attack was either dodged, blocked, or parried. Ythrinda, though, knew something was off as the psionic energy left her, and the bandit felt a kind of miraculous peace suffuse through him. Ythrinda watched him straighten slightly as his aches and pains suddenly seemed distant; he looked at her in a newfound light and gave a tentative smile then began coughing as the smoke that was filling the area reached him.The sound of metal clashing and grunts of exertion and pain were met with the growing sound of crackling wood and vegetation as the fire continued its quickening consumption of the forest. The leaves above were beginning to be obscured by the smoky haze rising from the flora below. And in the chaos, Khoj grabbed the handles of his wood-filled cart and began trudging up the path, the recently-mended wheel wobbling slightly.

Crash's jaws worked their way around the man's throat before locking down. The man's scream fell into a strangled gurgle before ceasing completely. Crash stood up from the bushes. His entire face was covered in blood, which also ran down the front of his chest.OOLIN's tail spike flew through the air, leaving little eddies of smoke behind it before hitting the archer.

Zandoran's double-handed punch hit the man with bone-crunching force. The bandit's ribs crumpled and his breath whooshed from him. He fell to the ground and curled into a fetal position, trying vainly to draw another breath.The synth stinger slicing through the smoke, Ythrinda stabbed at the man, who easily batted her arm to the side.Zippo's blades both found their mark, severing the femoral artery of one bandit and stabbing deeply into the other's lung. Both slid off the blades and dropped to the ground.Seeing so many of his companions fall, the archer gave a loud whoop and disappeared into the smoke-filled forest. Hearing his cry, the other two remaining bandits also fled, the one engaged with Ythrinda giving her a sad smile before running away.

The spaces where they once stood were almost immediately replaced by smoke and flame. The fire, though having started small, was quickly escalating and would soon turn into an uncontrollable inferno.