[Wildcard]

Howling like a boar racked with dysentery, the remaining outlaws charged towards Mineal and Jauron blankly. Mineal took his time, aimed true and with measured cause. His crossbow kicked, proving the quarrel's strength as the timber quickly imbedded it's self into the lower windpipe of the beard smothered brother. That didn't stop the man, only changed the pitch of his scream from a husky growl to a piercing squeal. Scimitar out, Mineal clashed his blade against the gnarled shaft of a woodcutter's axe. His opponent brought the head of the weapon down, clipping the length of the scimitar as this outlaw then yanked the mosat down from the height of his perch.

Releasing his weapon in midflight, Shade allowed himself a change in direction, so that instead of landing at the bandit's feet and dead within a single breath, he cleared the man's head entirely for maybe two. Turning, the wart covered figure spat out a volley of rich blood matter, leering at Mineal as he raised the twisted axe above his head once again, ready to cleave his foe into pieces.

The third brother took Wraith's second arrow to the knee, but the Elfkin was already moving. Stabbing Shade's opponent in the back, Jauron gave the tiny ranger time to compose himself as both still breathing bandits dropped towards Mineal from either side. His crossbow was not loaded, but his lost scimitar was but two feet away, sinking under a dark puddle of leaves and rainwater.

Axe and Sword both fell.. only Mineal could save himself now. Jauron was but flickers too late, as he twisted a slim elven shortsword through the vulnerable kidney of his victim. Even dying outlaws had a last wish... The man's strength held and so did the course of his gory weapon. Ranger Shade didn't even blink.