[b] [u] Alaira Taenn [/u] [/b]

Alaira laughed as the flames went up. Even if there weren't any bandits in there, one thing was clear; she [i]loved[/i] fire. She affixed her mace to her belt loop as she took stock of the increasingly bleak situation. Everything was on fire, she doubted that all of the caravan would survive (Who cares? not like there was anything important in those fucking wagons. Just some food and shit), and the bastards were gonna cut the rope. However, she had succeeded in creating the mother of all distractions. She pat Ssarak on the shoulder as she moved through the smoke, towards the water. [b]"Make sure they don't see me..."[/b] She said as she reached the bank, leaping over with her Aeromancy. Now she was quiet, very quiet. She wasn't wearing her clanking armor and the whole place was [b]on fire[/b] so they likely wouldn't notice her cross below the bridge, especially not with Ssarak helping her. 

She crept up behind them, her time spent hunting made her quite stealthy when she wanted to be. Did she like it? no, she found it unfair, but they weren't exactly being fair themselves. Using all her strength, she grabbed them, pulling them back as hard as she could as she whipped around, throwing them to the ground as she readied her mace. [b]"Here's a different plan! You fight me like men or die like cowards!"[/b] She shouted.