Ludo grunted as the arrow hit, focusing past the pain he quickly moved to the left side of the group, the idea being that he would present a moving target for these bandits, making it less likely that they would hit him again. His training kicked in and whilst on the move he quickly shot more arrows at the bandits leader, “take this dog down and most likely the others will run” was his only thought.
Shocked at the effrontery of the riders, Stephan took quick side step and knelt to achieve a lower profile that still afforded a stable launch for one of his new, enchanted arrows.
“I’ll let it fly but I must find it afterwards,” he muttered to himself as the arrow flew at the leader. The aim was good but he couldn’t help but notice how the arrow seemed to curve between the air to find its target. Lodging in the upper arm of the leader, Stephan worried the man might break it in tearing it out.
Groaning with more disgust than pain, the leader, for the moment, paid no mind to the arrows peppering his body. The man fought on despite the inconvenience of a few wounds.
And so too did Stephan and the companions.
Hasan gasped in pain and shrank back behind the heavily armored priest to his left. “Your damn scruples are a bit inconvenient at times like this,” the elf grunted at Maruc, as the elf drew his bow and fired, while the cleric huddled behind his shield, with no arrows to bring to bear. “I thought your Halav was a warrior god!”
Maruc winced at the elf’s words, but guarded his speech. As he watched the elf and humans fire away with cool glee, he could admit to a slight pang of jealousy. But the thunk another deflected arrow made off his sturdy iron-wrapped wood was a comforting sound for this priest, a warrior to the bottom of his soul. He gripped his morningstar anew and waited for the first horseman to fall.
Seeing the riders raise their bows towards him and his companions, Feldard let loose with his crossbow bolt. He didn’t wait to see how well his aim was, nor did he attempt to fiddle with loading another. He dropped the crossbox and pulled his axe, even as an arrow pierced into a joint of his armour. Heedless of it, he charged the riders with a dwarven shout.
Feldard became the obvious choice of target for the riders. Another volley of arrows came, and but Feldard charged on regardless, focused on closing the distance, still letting out his dwarven roar.
With his charge and shouting, he hoped spook the horses somewhat. These didn’t look to be warmounts. If he could spook the horses, the riders would be forced to hold the reins and leave off firing at him and his companions.
As he came within melee range a third volley came – with fewer arrows this time, now that most were having to keep their horse from bolting, and still the dwarf kept on, the pain of his wounds fueling his battle rage. Thankfully his hard armor had offered him some protection.
Being mounted his foe was mostly out of reach but the mans legs and lower torso was fair game…
Miklos fell back as the arrow protruded from his thigh. Yet even so he had enough sense of mind to call on his magic. The riders were yet out of range of his web spell, so he quickly recalled an alternative. He pointed towards the leader and from his fingers – flew a magical missile, which impacted the man without fail.
The leader was now gravely wounded, and so moved his position backward while ordering the others to charge forth. The remaining foes switched their bows for swords, looking to engage their opponents in melee combat from atop their steeds.
An arrow from the elf, struck the leader in the neck, cutting him off from belaying any further orders. It was too late though, the riders were not looking back at him any more, instead focusing their attention to the battle ahead.
Feldard raised his axe to confront the closest rider, dodging around the flailing front hooves of the horse as he swung his blade. As the rider had leaned forward to swing at the dwarf, Feldard cleaved the man’s arm off at the shoulder. The man fell off his steed and would fight no more, leaving six riders to contend with.