30 armed men stood around a lone warrior, whose golden-colored armor gleamed in the sunlight, a sword of crystal in his hand. His long white hair had been let down over his long, elf-pointed ears, as to hide them in case of any unwanted company. Like those around him.

This man who stood alone was called Saehor.

Saehor shifted his sword slightly as the leader of the bandits spoke, "... Now, hand over your gold, silver and copper, every last coin, else you'll find my lot can be an...unpleasant one." The 17 warriors behind him snickered.

If it were just the few warriors, I would risk taking them, but with archers in the treetops, it's hardly a fair fight! I may be a fair warrior, by most accounts, but one step against the bandits and I'll be turned into a living quiver! Saehor thought, and then sneered, It's not even as if I have money, not that they'd believe me. This armor is too expensive looking for anyone to believe that I'm not as rich as the blasted king himself!

"I'm waiting." Said the bandit leader impatiently.

Saehor cursed under his breath. All I can do is pray someone comes to my aid in time...

Talun perched herself by the top, over by a thin pole that held the flag of Jonnathan. Now, she could spy if she wanted to, but damn the wings she possesed. So large sometimes. Her sharp ears heard the words of a ruffian and she cringed at the sight of the poor guy getting caught in the middle of such a thing. She had to play the heroine sometime around, eh? Being an Aven her hearing and sight were phenomonal, and that was all it took for her to notice the archers in the trees. The sounds of the men falling off of thier set positions could be heard, falling down with a dull thud. "Too easy guys!" An energetic, female voice sounded, the female was relatively close, standing next to the man dressed in golden armor.

She was a cute thing, clearly looking nineteen, but having a youthful smile. Her eyes were of dark brown, as was her hair, short and straight. Her skin was of a caramel tan, delicious in the sunlight that poured down on her. She was lightly dressed, a cloth tied about her breasts and decorated with different insignia's that were unknown to others. Her body was curvaceous, but she was also petite and toned from her training. Shorts hugged her hips, and short they were, but they also served to hold two belts that wrapped about them, holding lethal daggers. She stood at at least 5'7'', but her legs were long and well-proportioned with the rest of her body. What a lovely female specimen she was. Sandals covered her feet and two white wings were on opposities sides, as if she could fly with them. She could've been mistaken for an elf such as he, her ears pointed elegantly, however the one thing that threw this out the window...

...were the gigantic wings of brown that were connected to her shoulder blades and commanded attention.

"Y'know, wearing gold is a good way to get robbed. You're lucky i'm here, huh?" She flashed a smile at him, before taking out both of her daggers. She winked playfully at the bandits, almos tmocking them.

"Won't you guys be nice to a gal like me?"

At the sound of the female voice beside him, he made a quick half-second glance at her. He saw a young-looking almost elf-bird crossbreed, and if it wasn't for the bandits surrounding him, he would have looked twice, to make sure he saw correctly, but he was experienced enough to know taking your eyes off the immediate enemy was a terrible idea. He also knew that even if she was an enemy, she would wait till the bandits were dead, else she wouldn't have knocked the archers out of the trees (who else could it have been but her?) and if she wanted his non-existent fortune that he apparently kept in an invisible pouch, she would want the bandits dead so she could take it herself, and the easiest way to do that was by teaming up with him, then turning on him if she wished to do so. There will be time to ask questions after, so long as I try to keep my distance while fighting these dogs. He figured this all out before he even finished his half-second glance.

The elf-bird spoke, "Y'know, wearing gold is a good way to get robbed. You're lucky I'm here, huh?" Saehor smirked as he shifted into a less defensive position.

"Won't you guys be nice to a gal like me?" she said, and the bandits gaped at her, apparently entranced by her. Dogs. Saehor thought again. At least it gives us the upper hand. Suddenly, Saehor jumped at them, only going slightly into the air, so that it looked as if he was gliding across the ground. He thrust his blade into the leader, and, yanking his sword out and spinning at the same time, he slashed open another. The bandits quickly recovered from their stupor, and got into various ruffian-like battle positions. Without any hint of action on Saehor's part, two men suddenly burst into flames. However, it was apparent that it was he who did this, as he was the only one who wasn't startled. These bandits seemed to have no intentions of running, though, and merely stepped back a little.

4 out of 30 down... Saehor thought as he danced backward, as to not be surrounded... again.

As usual, the bandits were entranced and in awe, and it didn't take her long to join in on the party. With her daggers unsheathed, she moved to slit the throats of the bandits, blood flowing freely from thier wounds. The Elf guy wasn't too bad and she smiled at him as she took out 4 of the men as well. Moving to stay close to him so they wouldn't be vulnerable defense wise. "Think you can take half of 'em? Or are you too delicate?" She asked, not making fun of him, but elves usually were delicate beings at least in her book. She rushed off after she said it though, in the process of running her dagger through more of the bandits, finding it to be a good morning workout instead of something vigorous.

-Short sorry-

Saehor laughed joyously at her question as he duck under a cudgel and stabbed the man in the side, then spun, twirling his sword, defecting three short sword blows. "Ha! For this rabble? I would have fought them myself if not for the archers." He said, dispatching two men, and kneeing a third in the gut. He then spun, performing a spinning back kick to the man he kneed, tossing him slightly into the air, leading into an immediate slash, killing him before he hit the ground. This dispatched the bandits in his immediate area and allowed him another half-second glance at the bird-elf.

The whole time he was fighting, he was racking his brain to see if he ever heard of such a being, in history or myth, but never in every second of his ninety years in this world had he heard of such a being. He supposed she could have been an elf who used magic to alter her body, but, not knowing all but the simplest spells, he wasn't sure if that was even possible.

So, as he engaged the bandits once more, he said, "I know this isn't the best time, but what exactly are you?" He was worried that if he waited till the bandits were dispatched, she would either turn on him or fly off, therefore depriving him of new knowledge, which, according to his late father, was the 'Gateway to All Which is Good'.

"Right, right." Talun mused, shifting so her foot smacked itself on a guys chin, powerful enough to knock him down for a good while before a dagger took his life swiftly. The two fought valiantly, and the bandits were thinning out due to thier successful efforts. Talun was enjoying herself and she knew he was as well, for the grin upon his own face told as much. He asked what she was, and she laughed whilst dodging the swing of a blade towards her face. "I am an Aven, i'm not an Elf." She told him, her wings slamming into an unlucky bandit, breaking his arm. Afterwards, once all the work was done, she sat down on the ground and yawned. Her wings unfolded majestically before folding again after her yawn was finished with. "So, you're an Elf right? Didn't know Elves could fight, I always thought they were really pansy-like and too delicate." She said, she was being honest. She wasn't making fun of him, but she honestly thought that.

"Guess ya proved me wrong!"

-Blah short again lol-

(OoC: This first parts back when the bandits weren't dead, the second part is after, so you're not confused)
Saehor smirked slyly as he ducked under a bandit's swing and kicked him in the face. "I said I would have fought them; I didn't say anything about surviving."


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Saehor sat down as well, leaving Crystal Hope on his lap, not willing to part with his sword for a second. "You're half-right about me being an elf; I'm a High Elf, though I'm not sure if there's much of a difference, other then the lifespan. As for elves being delicate, one is only as strong as they make themselves. You probably got that idea from our looks; we're thinner then most, to be sure. My name's Saehor, by the way." Here he paused and let out a deep breath. "You said you were 'Aven', right? I've never heard of any such being in my lifetime."