Ludo was the first to see the foreign riverboat approaching. He yelled a warning to his companions, grabbed his bow and started shooting arrows at the bowmen. He focused his shooting at the bowmen, trusting in Feldard and Stephen to handle any boarders. As he was shooting his arrows he crouched low in the boat, to give himself as much cover as he could from the side of the boat and presenting himself as a target only when he was ready to release his arrow.
The angry thud of arrows swiftly brought Miklos below the gunwale. At least this river piracy wasn’t unexpected. First things first, he had to deal with the bowmen. If there was one advantage in boat travel, it took a while to do anything. They had time to coordinate.
“Hasan!” he snapped forgetting his usual honourific, “Can you put those swordsmen to sleep, I’ll take the bowmen.”
Miklos quickly gestured and, as he opened his mouth to speak the word of power, an arrow buried itself in his shoulder. The pain made his voice falter and his spell fail. He glanced hopefully at Hasan, the elf should be able to disable the second boat at the same time.
Hasan hailed their enemies, “For the Radlebb. For Elyas and the Elyan!” He was somewhat pleased their wait for the hidden rider had ended, and the simplicity of combat was upon them. He joined Miklos in casting a sleep enchantment, focusing his spell’s impact on the swordsmen. He too was targeted by the bowmen, but just managed to complete his incantation as an arrow ripped into his bicep. One by one all of the riverboat’s swordfighters fell as the brigand leader cursed.
Gratified that at least one of them had managed to get off a spell, Miklos ducked back preparing his second spell for the swordsmen.
Maruc pulled his shield around and ducked. He edged his way toward Miklos. The spellcasters had become targets before he had been able to get to him. With his stout shield, the priest hoped the mage would have the protection he needed.
Feldard cocked back the bolt in his crossbow and found himself a target. The man in plate armour. His release sounded more like a ‘tock’, compared to the twang of the bows of the elf and rogue.
The dwarf judged distances and reloaded again. He had to admit that the elf had done well by disabling the brigands’ grapples.
The river had begun to lull Stephan and he cursed himself for not being quicker to the bow. The twang of Ludo’s bow was already sounding as Stephan readied his own. He launched two arrows, minding to not send of his enchanted arrows just yet. He focused his bowmanship on the large fellow in plate. He’d have to get a lucky shot to get through that armor.
“Keep targeting the spellcasters!” barked the heavily armored leader, as he moved to his slumbering warriors and began trying to quickly roust them.