Alaira Taenn
Alaira wrenched her mace from pulped bandit skull, a predatory smile creeping across her face as the other bandits all ran off... Clearly, they were smart enough to realize they were outclassed, but not smart enough to keep their weapons, seeing as how they all threw 'em down... She laughed, a horrible, mocking noise...
"Aha! That's right scum! Flee! Flee for your lives!" She called with manic glee, overcome with laughter... What a fucking joke these guys were. She caught sight of the larger one's discarded weapon... She approached it, noting the glowing rune... Obviously, something like this was bad news, even she could see that. Still, to the victor go the spoils, and considering the fact she killed more men it was
obviously hers by right. So, she'd take it back to the college and see if it was safe, or worth anything.
She had taken a poke around the camp, and an especially keen one might notice that she seemed to tense when she approached the cave... She held her weapon a little tighter as her breathing quickened. She strained her ears, but she could hear... breathing in there. She swallowed, breaking out into a cold sweat, just a bit.
"H-hey! S-something's in... Th-there..." She called to the others, pointing her weapon down towards the entrance... Uncertainty and nervousness was plain in her voice, which would be quite jarring to one that had spent any time around her at all. Though it was probably unwise to make mention of it.
"I c-can hear 'em breathe... Th-there's gotta be at least three... P-probably more..."Grey Onyx
Grey definitely objected to Leith's course of action, actually turning after him, which of course meant he had made the critical mistake of turning his back to the enemy.
"A-Are you mad?! Get back here!" He called, ready to sprint after him... Hydromancy mattered little, it's not like it was a hard counter to Pyromancy. And it's especially true that this crazed lunatic was far more experienced in his art than any of them were in there's... Athalus was a ranged combatant, and Leith was not. And while Athalus would be a boon in fighting the elf, he didn't especially need it as much as the others did. Which means that all three of them over there were close quarters fighters, easy prey for a Pyromancer.
And on top of all that, all that heat meant there was not going to be much water... why had Leith charged off?... Grey was faculty, technically, he had rank, which was especially true given that he was their protector. And... And now he was trying to reason with them... He could think of but one way to salvage this situation. He... also knew Athalus would not go along with it. So he would have to hope his self-preservation instinct would help.
"No." Grey declared, ignoring his suggestions.
"I'm regrouping. You should do the same, if you plan on living." With that, he took off running, keeping his shield up as he charged for the others... he'd have to hope he was faster than the elf. And also that Athalus would follow.