A dark bandit den

A third was sent sprawling with a busted nose, but he wouldn't be down for long. He would come up with a vengeance, aiming to thrust his dagger into the Orc's side - hopefully exposed as he dealt with his comrades. The flying bandit wasn't completely shish-kabobbed by the cutlass but it did rip through the shoulder, bringing his antics to a sudden halt with a mighty yell as he stood there skewered. The swing was successful in knocking the other out of the way and saving him from ONE stab, sending them both flying off the weapon and back down the ramp for now.

The coward of the bunch found the cage and quickly sprung the latch that kept it closed, hasty hands thrusting inside to grab the poor woman lying within the bars. Her protested and terrified cries would likely ring out and be heard from the central den, more so as the bandit sought to drag her bound and ruined form from her prison.

Captain Bloodsail did not question the presence of Krylancelo, simply accepting the aid as it was provided, and none too late as well, because at the same time he felt the bandit's knife slam home into his own thigh. He dropped to one knee and aimed his cutlass for the stomach of the man he had hit in the shoulder, while his fist would be aimed to collide with the head of the man who stabbed him. He paid no further concern for the man whom he had knocked away.

Krylancelo's heart dropped into his gut. He saw the true extent of the woman's terror through her eyes. He knew he had to do something. He had to get the blade away from the woman. Krylancelo saw how quickly the large orc could move. All the captain needed was the opportunity to act. "I might be able to will the blade away" he thought. "However if the blade has any magical properties it would mean the death of the woman." Krylancelo shook his head in frustration. He couldn't risk the woman's life on the off chance the blade is mundane. However he had one more option available. It would likely take the extent of his energy. He had never used his ability on such a large being. "By the heavens this orc is huge" he thought. Fortunately, this ability shouldn't alert the bandit. However, the orc may resist the transposition.

"I need to act or this woman will be killed!" Casting aside any and all mental reservation Krylancelo freed his mind and began concentrating on the orc and the woman before him. In a single burst of effort, Krylancelo willed the two to switch places. Should the orc allow this magic to affect him, he would instantaneously swap positions with the woman. The bandit would find himself struggling to grapple with the mountain of muscle, and the captain should be able to dispatch him quickly.

Krylancelo collapsed to his knees in agony and exhaustion. He was unable to see the results of his magic through his tears. "Blessed Stars, I hope that worked" He thought.

Suddenly, the female was no longer in the bandit's hold... instead he was staring at the massive back rippling with muscle and painted green. When the reality of the situation sank in, his arms fell limp to his sides and the dagger was dropped to the ground. All he could do was gape and stare bug eyed as he realized that he was dead. There was no getting away from this monster.

There was still one left that was yet to be injured or on his way to death's door. And now the female appeared just up the ramp, collapsing in a pathetic heap as she still remained bound. His mind snapped to attention and he rushed up the stone slope straight for her, with every intent to take her into his hold and put his own blade to her throat - they had to keep a hold of their hostage or this was going to come crumbling down and likely result in the lot of them bleeding to death.

The three dying were dead by this time. The one reeling from the double face smash was still on the ground, trying to piece together what exactly happened.

A rather vicious smile crept across his face as he realized the situation. The dagger clanging to the ground behind him told him the bandit behind was completely unarmed. In move he turned around and grabbed a hold of the bandit that was behind him by the neck, taking the time to pause and stare him in the eye so he knew exactly where his death was coming from. He would lift the man off the ground and throw him at the bandit running for the woman with a mighty heave, then came running after him sword at the ready.

Completely exhausted from the battle, Krylancelo approached the woman. He began to hastily untie the ropes that bound the woman. "My lady, we are going to get you out of this place. Please stay strong for but a moment longer. My name is Krylancelo, can you tell me who you are?" Krylancelo eyed the bandit crawling across the floor. "Captain! we might need some assistance over here." Krylancelo knew he didn't have any remaining energy to cast any significant spell. At most, he could maybe conjure a dagger. Having no experience in melee combat, Krylancelo did not believe he could best this wounded bandit. "My lady when you are free from the bonds, I will do my best to create an opening through which you can flee. I apologize for not having the energy to heal your wounds. I promise, if we make it out of this situation I will tend to your wounds the second I am able too."

Crossbolt between the eyes would still even a vampire, and thus it did - the blood and lust craving bandit suddenly going very still save for his head snapping back, the bolt crushing through the skull and spraying the wall behind him red. Then the body slumped right over after a few seconds and did not move again.

The two remaining were at sword point, and even cowardly monsters wanted to live. They went very still, save for exchanging a panicked glance, and brought their empty hands out in the open to be seen - neither one visibly armed any longer. Needless to say, after seeing the destruction wrought from the Orc, they knew better than to try and strong arm him.

With the fighting evidently over, the Captain finally addressed the mage who had come to his aid. He kept his eyes on the bandits in front of him, and began to bind their hands behind their back, taking note of the vicious fangs. Vampires. He could only imagine the kind of horrors she had seen.

"Good work mage, that would have been a lot messier if you hadn't shown up. Luckily for these two I suppose."

By the time he was done speaking the bandits' hands would be in a tight enough knot that they would have immense difficulty getting free. Such knots as only a sailor knew how to tie or untie. One of those knots could secure a ship to a pier if the rope held. He finally addressed the girl as well, gesturing towards the bandits.

"You there, girl. These land-lubbers tortured you not me. What shall I do with them?"

The implication was clear. He would perform whatever act she asked for, or let her do it, and if she did not answer he would remove their heads from their bodies.