Snippet #1657206

“Heh, look at those two broads. This should be a cinch…”

“You sure? That girl looks like she’s got some kind of glaive…”

“Come on, it’s one kid, and she’s having to carry that drunken chickadee – There’s not gonna be a better opportunity then this!”

The two bandits continued to bicker between themselves amongst the bushes on the road, watching Ferma and Lindell making their way from Remington. Being an early scout for the rest of the band, it was their job to wait for prime targets, then report back to the ambush in time to mug, murder and steal everything from the random passerby. For them, two lone females, even with weapons, were too ripe a target to ignore, especially with all the gear and supplies they were carrying from the market. Finally settling on the attack, the two split up to inform the rest of the party of the plan…

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“Lindell… You’re getting heavy…-Ow!” Ferma yelped as she was slapped over the back of the head.

“Just what are you trying to say about me? I am not fat!” Lindell responded indignantly, pouting a bit.

“That’s not what I meant stupid!” Ferma retorted hotly. She had it well within her rights to dump the ungrateful ‘leader’. Honestly, why did Korin ever leave her in charge at all?

Lindell seemed poised to respond with another insult before she stopped herself, eyes narrowing as she removed herself from Ferma’s shoulder.

“Get down.”

“Wha-Hey!” Ferma cried out in alarm as she was roughly shoved to the dirt, Lindell kneeling next to her as she avoided the whizzing arrow zipping past, drawing her own bow and quickly pivoting to the spot, releasing an arrow into the foliage; the sharp cry that filled the air revealing that she’d hit her mark. Eyes darting back and forth as she heard the snapping of trees in the underbrush, it was clear they were surrounded on both sides, and the trap was quickly being sprung.

Placing her hand over Ferma’s eyes, she began whispering the words of a spell to herself. “Gracious light, shine and avert the gaze of those that seek to harm us.”

Shielding herself with her free arm, Lindell opened her clenched fist, a brilliant radiant glow formed in her hand, bright white light streaking out in all directions just as the bandits leapt from the bushes. Cries of surprise and pain filled the air as many dropped their weapons, rubbing their eyes as they were blinded by the drastic change in lighting. From town, an odd, faint glow would be seen down the path to Bree…

“Come on Ferma!” Pulling the girl to her feet, Ferma didn’t have much time to take in the scene as she was dragged by Lindell down the path, the archer wanting to put as much distance between the thieves and them as possible.

‘Come on, don’t follow us. If you value your lives, just turn back…’