A dwarven axe greeted the bandit's chest as he rose to his feet, slamming him into the side of the wagon and killing him stone dead. It took a bit of effort to get his weapon out of the carcass, but Larak couldn't complain. He was in top notch condition while all around him others traded blows and bled. Or burnt, as was the case with Ratch. Thankfully, the militaristic nature of Valth proved a boon, since children were taught at a young age how to survive the inevitable shootout between two teams of corporate mercs. His efforts extinguished the flames in quick order and ensured he hand't lost too much of his hair. Sadly, he had little time to celebrate as the remaining bandit of the initial trio threw himself at him, plunging his sword straight through his right leg, pinning the gunman to the ground.
Valia, who was a mere few feet away from the spectacle, noted her comrade predicament. She also noticed the lady elf skulking toward the South side of the road, either retreating or wanting to see how things were going on the other side of the caravan. Either way, it didn't affect the outcome of her spell. The ground beneath the pompous black mage gave birth to a myriad of vines which raced up to ensnare her. She struggled, desperately trying to maintain her own spell. The outcome would be inevitable, though.
Saen, high on her perch, once again worked her magic on the now truly irate brute, who once again found himself entrapped by shadowy tendrils. Although she couldn't hear him clearly above the sounds of combat she did make out the words "whore born bitch." Sadly, she didn't have time to taunt the man in return. The black mage, having held off Valia's vines for just long enough, threw a dart of electricity at the dark visage of Saen. It connected, and suddenly her world was pain, followed by sudden, and merciful, loss of consciousness. She toppled, crumpling onto the roof of the caravan, blind luck preventing her from tumbling over the side.
Ree, who'd retreated further, saw her fall as he quaffed the potion. While it was only a weak elixir, it proved most effective. Bleeding stopped and his wounds partially mended themselves, the pain subsiding. At this time Carlton rounded the wagon to see a singed Ratch in deep trouble, the bandit yanking his sword out of the man for a second, finishing blow. It didn't help that he had taken on a soft, white luminance, which he recognized as a potent healing spell.
<span style="font-size:xx-small;">(Alrighty. Firstly, Saen is KOd by the spell, but is on 38 HP. Valia's spell has taken full effect now, with the black mage being immobilized in every way until the duration expires. She also maintains her Flame Tongue spell. Ratch begins the round prone, but able to act, albeit at a -3 general penalty. Ree is on 54 HP now. Carlton acts first next round, due to missing his action once again. Hexboard can be found here