[SRP] Wyvern Rescue

[Gazetteer]

Joachim's swing caught the man in the arm he threw up to shield himself with, eliciting some blood and a shriek of pain. He'd probably live, though. Assuming he got basic medical attention.

Another bandit -- a tall, thickset woman with scraggly blonde hair -- had already raised a crudely strung bow in Joachim's direaction when Gwen's lance struck her in the spine. Gwen felt the shock go up her arm as the lance's razor sharp tip cut through clothing and flesh to strike bone. With only a ragged gasp, the woman dropped to the ground, and Gwen wrenched her lance out. Freyja was already taking off again, circling around the bandit camp ready to be directed to the next target. Maybe Gwen hadn't needed to strike to kill -- but she'd seen a bow, and years of combat instincts had kicked in before she could think.

An ugly, piercing sound filled the air, and Gwen saw a bandit with a horn raised to his lips, a second before he ducked into the cave. The racket echoed for what seemed like an eternity before gradually fading into the distance. If any of the bandits had been airborn in the near distance, they would have heard that.

The remaining three bandits were following the man with the horn. They scurried toward the relative shelter of the cave mouth, even as they tried to wrench axes and other weapons out of their belts. They had clearly not been expecting a sudden attack from the sky; sloppy.