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Trusting her allies to help the family, Wik chased after the wounded Brigand. This was their first real opportunity to learn about what was happening in Harkenwold, and she was not going to let it get away.
The final Brigand is floored by Valdred's pinpoint accuracy. Hopes of escape fade momentarily, as a new combatant appears across the pasture. Then the Iron Circle marauder sees that it is only a halfling and a female one at that. A lurid smile appears on his visage as he picks himself up, draws his cruel bladed scimitar from the scabbard on his belt and despite the disabling pain from the hunter's crossbow attack, launches himself at Wik. His blow carries no power though as the blade harmlessly passes the mischievous Reedfoot clan member by, on her right hand side.
A little out of breath, Munir arrives at the battlefield. Quickly scanning the horizon for his adversaries, his hammer makes a "thump" as its heavy head lands in the mud. "Oh come on. Seriously, you drunk half-orc? If deeds speak louder than words, you'll be legend regardless of that name of yours." Then he sees the fire though and starts towards the well. "Never a dull moment though, hey. Quench that fire, me mates." the dwarf yells.
Through labored breathes, he says, "Alive Wik...we need him alive!" He looks to the brigand and says, "Damn it, man. The halfling is viscious. She will slit your throat without a second thought. Surrender now before she sets upon you!"
Dougan grins at Munir with a mouth missing the occasiional tooth and clear chips taken out of a few tusks. Then again, orc teeth tended to be a bit more prone to regrow and more redundant than human ones. Orcish physiology from a life of brawling and a slightly hardier constitution, after all. Not that Dougan was all that aware of such things.
"I weren't gonna let them bully nobody, Munir. Ain't right. Anyway, one left. Be right back"
He breaks into a run, hopping over the north door of the farmstead and sprint northward. As the brigand is within reach, he cuts over to stand directly next to the fleeing bandit.
"Throw down your arms and yield!" Valdred shouted, training his crossbow on the last bandit. His finger rested lightly against the trigger, but he held his fire--for the moment. "Run and I will feather you again--and I'm really not the one you should worry about the most. Do not doubt it."
Wik rolls her eyes sarcastically as the wounded, staggering Brigand charges at her, telegraphing his strike so far away she probably could have dodged him in her sleep. As Dougan comes running up behind him and Valdred's unfailing arrow trained once again, the last standing member of the attackers looks around nervously, taking his eye off the Halfling for a brief moment. Time enough.
The second that the Brigand's eyes flick away, Wik lunges ahead with a slash almost too fast to see. The pommel of Wik's dagger jabs deeply into the marauder's ribs, then the blade rips downward, tearing open his belt and trousers. The Brigand doubles over and collapses face down, exposing his pain, and bare arse, to the farmers' unexpected rescuers.
Growling annoyed Riven says, "Wik, come on now! He was surrendering Did you really need to de-pants him? Well, hard to feel much sympathy for filth like this. Job's done regardless, right?" The paladin grabs the miscreant and puts him up by the shirt and carries him back towards the farmstead catching his breathe as he goes.
He nods to Dougan along the way since the monk wasn't far behind the rat scurrying for shelter. "That was damn impressive. You made the best of that and then some. Speaking of which..." Riven alters his path towards the farm house to come closer to the man with the massive crossbow locked and loaded watching the scene.
Pausing a moment in front of Valdred, Riven says, "You couldn't wait for us to advance? That could have gotten ugly if Dougan got overrun by those wolves. Maybe pause an extra moment or two next time and give us less sneaky types a chance."
Now that the fire is contained and they have a prisoner, Riven seems content to have said his piece. He smiles to the woman and says, "Perhaps you can help fill us in. We've traveled a long way hearing rumors of the troubles in the Harkenwold. Who is the Iron Circle and what do they have to do with the trouble here?"