"Yes, of course I'm ready-just let me grab my bow." Ferrin replied, he hurried off to his tent and unpacked his longbow, there he also found his quiver of arrows, they looked fairly sharp, but they weren't new. It's been awhile since Ferrin had used his longbow, and he was ready to get some payback at these bandits. He recalled, the last time with a friend of his; Shimoje, when Ferrin met him on that day, there were plenty of bandits, and they've captured Ser Xervos, along with one of the locals of Syliras. It was almost a disaster, and running in a full suit of plate armor wasn't exactly 'fun' especially with a half of dozen drunken bandits chasing suit.
The Kenashian marched back out, longbow in hand, and his quiver of arrows strapped tight enough, just so they won't fall off as easy, but there was also enough leeway for his arm to move around. He prepared an arrow, and held the back of it loosely, and with his other hand, held onto the handle, he was ready for battle. Just in case anything would happen.
He silently mumbled a few prayers to Sylir; the God of Peace, and Ferrin hoped that things would go well for himself and his fellow comrades. Ferrin decided to engage with his Auristics, he was still in training, and he wanted to use it to focus on the fire, it's aura. That's what the trio had used for their landmark. At first, when he used his sixth sense, everything was crazy, his head swirled a bit, but he managed to focus on the campfire once more, but just the fire. It would help him to know how much further he could go, and at least it was all one aura.
It seemed brighter to Ferrin, when he used his mundane sight to see the roaring fire that cackled into the night sky. They've crept closer and and closer into the woods, Ferrin was thankful that he was still wearing his leather armor. Michael and Ascen reached the edge of the clear grounds, but the three of them stayed concealed within the shadows of the bushes and trees that lined the open green.
Ferrin took a few deep, heavy, and careful breaths as he waited patiently for the Djed to course out of his system. He felt the tingle diminish, and he focused on his breathing, but he kept quiet. He listened to Michael explain what he saw, and Ferrin waited for the other Squire to finish.
"Well... I could definitely take some out, I could sneak around this side of the clearing." Ferrin suggested, and as he did, he pointed his index finger around the clearing. "I'm pretty good with a bow,
but I won't be able to pick them all of without them all noticing. We might have to do it quick, letting them kill each other would take to long." Ferrin whispered back, he held back on to the edge of the arrow and waited for other suggestions.
"Well... I do think that we should kill them ourselves, before they hurt anyone else." Ferrin said in a justified manner. He began to stealth his way over to the side of the clearing; he wasn't the stealthiest of stealthers, but he was being very careful, and he ignored the Djed that was calling to him, he must ignore it, so he won't fall into Overgiving. It was a thing that Sera Frostfawn had taught him.
The first two; were definitely drunkards, and Ferrin crouched low, and aimed fairly high. The bandits were roughly ten-twenty feet from Ferrin, and it was close enough for Ferrin to get a(n) clean shot(s). He took a deep breath, he had to withdraw another arrow quickly, if he wanted to kill the second one with speed. They both had a bottle of wine in their hands, so it might be easier to kill them, if they don't react too quickly. Though, there was a high probability that they wouldn't. Swoosh.
Ferrin released his arrow, and it glided across the clearing, and struck the man in the side of the head. He fell to his knees and then slammed his head onto the ground, the force was strong enough to stun, and knock the man over. Perhaps even kill him instantly....
The Squire withdrew another arrow and he was quick to fire the second one, but he missed, and the arrow flew over the bandits head- and the bandit appeared to be confused, and he looked around, and noticed his comrade on the ground.
"Get up you lazy Shyke, no time to petch around and sleep." He grumbled, he just shrugged it off, as he didn't really notice the arrow in his head, as he was in a mere daze to even know where he was walking. Ferrin watched the arrow, as it flew, and landed near the back of one of the tents. Fortunately, the man wasn't too observant, the one sitting crossed legged on the ground with his sword in his lap.
Ferrin quickly pulled out another arrow, and fired the third one, and it struck the man immediately. He dropped beside his bandit friend and they appeared to be quite lifeless. Ferrin had to move around, again, and take down a couple more bandits, before others realized that they're being attacked. He hoped that Michael and Ascen were doing fine.