Chapter 1: The Beginning

The bandits suddenly find they are being advanced upon from two fronts and Jorrel decides that with their attention split, now is the time to pick up the pace. He heads directly for the lead bandit, sword held in a guard position in front, and murder in his eyes. Just as he’s almost on top of the man, Jorrel continues his thought from before,

"No, not a good day at all," and he swings his greatsword...

Jorrel sidesteps the first attack, then pivots just as the next one comes in, just enough that the bandits blade slides across his chainmail.

Jorrel has a big grin on his face as all three bandits swarm him. As the third one swings his weapon wildly, Jorrel siimply continues the sidestep movement from before, stepping inside the mans guard causing the sword to whoosh by harmlessly.

Edwin moves quickly, trying to get as close as possible to the bandits, trapping them between himself and Jorrel.

Moving and taking the Dash action to stop five feet from the bandits. Close enough that they would have to move out of Jorrel's reach to attack me.

Seeing that the pressure is off, May closes the distance, and holds down a bandit (1) between her and Jorrel. She makes a minute slash to his tricep and sinks a dagger in his side. She pulls back, satisfied, and readies herself for harrowing them another time.

A part of Jorrel, a very deep part, felt sympathy for these bandits; they were barely more than kids, desperate pathetic kids. But the rest of him was out for justice, and the hearrtache that these unfortunates had wrought more than justified their fate. He felt the familiar anger boiling up, infusing his muscles with a frantic energy. He could see his allies boxing them in and he knew the fight was over, they just didn’t know it yet.

Time for them to find out, he thought, swinging his sword round in a long wide strike from behind himself, aiming up under the arm of the one who hadn’t yet been injured...