I hum and nod, thinking over my options. "Frederick! Save the couple, your armor means you can deal with more two foes relatively safely, I'll save the kid!" I call out with confidence before dashing to the kid, on instinct pulling out the yellow book and opening it, and speaking words I can't understand yet know are a formulae to conjure and command electricity.
With a gesture I conjure a bolt of lightning and hurl it at the bandit, aimed to land at the base of his spine. Not letting him hurt the kid, and I want to see him crawl.
Frederick rushes off to the rescue, and as you fire off your lightning bolt, you see the sword
almost hit the girl before the bandit starts spasming wildly and his legs just stop working, with what appears to be a knife made of lightning sticking out of his back. As the spasms continue his sword flies out of his hand, landing in front of you. Lissa heads to comfort the girl, and Chrom is apparently fighting another sword-using bandit nearby. The bandit sounds like he's complaining loudly about "Assholes coming out of the woodwork", and how this was "Supposed to be an easy job".
Off to the side you see a couple of bandit corpses with ice shards sticking out of them near a building that clearly
used to be on fire, and you see a woman walk out from behind the building, another small girl trailing behind her. The girl you saved, ignoring the cries of the bandit that was chasing her once she realizes he isn't anymore, looks at you then follows your gaze to the other girl and gasps. "LILYYOU'REOKIWASSOWORRIEDABOUTYOU!" Well, looks like that's her friend. That's a good sign, hopefully.
I sigh at the deaths. Honestly, I have killed bandits before, but it's their fault for being the aggressors, for the crimes they do. My life and that of innocents take priority over theirs.
"Not yet," I answer the girl. "Stay with me first, until they're gone."
I approach another of the flames, a stream of water and ice shards sent out from me to extinguish it. I position myself, such that I can keep an eye on my surroundings, and minimize the number of access paths the bandits could have towards me. Standing in the open is liable to get us killed, for instance, compared to having some cover.
...I'm still not the biggest fan of fire, but having magic to combat it helps a lot.
"LILYYOU'REOKIWASSOWORRIEDABOUTYOU!" You hear as you and the girl make your way to another burning building, this one in better shape. Your young companion turns and gasps.
"SALLY!" She cries before running in and tackling her friend in a hug. "ME?WHATABOUTYOU?YOU'RETHEONEWHOTOLDMETORUN!" They continue to babble at each other for a couple minutes, making everyone present when they breathe. Eventually however they both take a deep breath, then start crying. You see a white haired woman with twintails in a peculiar style in a cloak near where this other girl came from, and beyond her you see someone you're fairly sure is Prince Chrom, leader of the Shepards, and he seems to be fighting a very angry bandit.
Pulling himself up from the street, Tess let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, trying to process what had happened. Obviously that girl was a terrible fiend of some sort; Regardless of how normal she acted, his gut instincts hadn't failed him yet. Even the sudden bandit attack had.. Somehow been dealt with. Tess turned to stare at the mangled body, smile twitching. Without thought, he kicked the rest of the head off the body.
They were dead for real, then. Some part of him knew he should be horrified, even if it had been an accident, yet another larger part screamed with some unholy rage to do more, to go further. He licked his lips and gripped his scythe, mouth dry. That fiend hadn't acted like he, Tess, was some sort of murderer, so maybe whoever he had been just didn't like bandits? The boy began to move, only to trip over the bandit's remains.
Falling, falling, fallen. Elbows and knees tearing across the street, Tess closed his eyes and took a moment to think. He had certainly been surprised by the bandit, but hardly unnerved, much less scared. And that was the question, wasn't it? He dreaded the presence of a girl, but not some murderous robber? Why would..? No. What did it matter? Why did it matter? They were going to kill him, and others too, probably, until they wasted away.
He'd save them the trouble, the effort of living. Wasn't he so nice?
Tess spat a pebble to the side, groping around for his scythe. With the fiend doing who knew what at the tavern, and his gut furiously urging him to head for the chaos, the path had been cleared, an impetus secured. Strangely enough.. He felt good. Strangely calm. Even better than he had waking up, and he hadn't felt particularly awful. With new purpose, the smiling, barefoot boy strolled along, humming to the tempo of the screams.
As you walk along you realize you're not tripping nearly as much when you're fighting. And what do you know, you tripped your way into a fight! There's three of them, though there's only room for one of them to approach you at a time in this alley. One of them yells "Time to DIE!" as he makes his way toward you, the rubble around you too bulky for him to just run through.
{The following section is a combination of GM and Player post}
I swore I wouldn't use my dragonstone unless I have to in order to survive or to perform my, admittedly self-imposed, duty, which leaves bow and sword. I'd prefer to not have to deal with so many at once in melee, so start with the bow it is. Drawing my bow and an arrow, I line up a shot on the strongest looking one's head, and let the arrow loose, readying another as it flies...
Your arrow flies true, and hits the bandit in between his eyes, having barely had time for them to widen before he falls over dead with an arrow in his face. His friends all turn in your direction, and start charging at you. They're almost upon you when-
Deciding that Chrom and his group could handle themselves with their current numbers I began heading over to the group in charge of covering the retreat no way these bastards were going to getaway. Soaring down toward the group at a frightening speed Frost landed on one of the bandits with a sickening crunch. Giving the wide-eyed bandits a smirk I decided to exchange pleasantries, "Hello there."
"General Kenobi!" The words slip out of my mouth in a surprisingly good impression of General Grievous before I can stop them, even as I swap to my sword. "...I did not mean to say that." The bandits are now scared
and confused, and before they can make sense of what's going on I've liberated one's head from his shoulders. This breaks them out of their shock, and now it's three on twelve. "I don't think I like their chances." I say to you conversationally, ducking under a swing that would have lost me my head, retaliating with a swing of my own.
One of them throws his javelin at you, or Frost, you're not quite sure. Another swings his axe at Frost's wing, probably in an attempt to ground her. a third tried to grab her tail and is now being used as an impromptu club against his friends.
