Misfits rabble rousing pack!

[Angder]

Mal stared in astonishment at Nylo "How... how did you..." Mal stood up straight, and began to reload the crossbow. "That was quite a shot, where did you learn to do that?"

Mal's crossbow was not often used, but was obviously kept clean, polished, and well looked after. the mechanism was smooth, and by the time Mal had finished speaking a new bolt was already in place.

[Jacob Hail]

Andrew hissed in pain as the steel sliced through his leather armor, the blade dragging along his skin underneath. He kicked quickly at the slaver with the sword, pushing the human back while the shark head butted the one with the chain behind him. Turning around swiftly, Andrew grabbed him and a head lock and twisted his head, a sick crack emitting from the slavers broken neck. Not wasting any time, he ducked forward and picked up the chain, taking a swing at the remaining slaver and wrapping the metal around his neck, pulling it tight until the human stopped struggling. Only when he turned to look at the archer did he realize his mistake. One arrow struck into his calf, another piercing his chest plate as the archer fled back into the woods.  The shark didnt give chase. Clutching his side, he cried out, pain corsing through his body as he limped back to camp. "Mal! Beryl! Get you weapons ready!" He yelled, collapsing and stumbling across the ground.

[MaskaTheOtter]

Nylo looks up at the medic. "I think they might need you..." He tries to get up but is unable to walk do to his injuries. "I can take care of myself from here on out. Thank you for all that you've done." Nylo sits and tries to come up with a plan to be useful.

[coolcoyote]

The fat bellied Rascal still dares to open one eye from where he lays on the ground with his tail sticking up in the air.

If there was one slaver there were bound to be more coming. And soon. He could try ans run for it but in all honesty his chances were higher for escape here, with these people.

"Blast it! All I wanted was a cup of stew!" He wails. Picking himself up he runs to Mal. "Do you lot have a ...have a...safe area or ...or some place we can hide? We are standing out in the open! Any one can just come up and-"

The fox swiveled his around to andrews call, ears standing tall in fright. "It's one of them! Quick! Shoot it! Shoot it!" The fox leaps behind Mal and points a shaky paw in Andrews general direction.

[Angder]

Mal dashes outside and raises the crossbow... then lowers it. "That appears to be Andrew..."

Mal moves over, and glances around... "how far behind~" Mal suddenly raises the crossbow, and shoots, a bolt sticks out of a slavers stomach, somewhere just behind Andrew. "Ah, that far..." Mal turns to Rascal "And you have good eyesight."

[coolcoyote]

(O.o I see we stalled out again.)