Oh yeah. It was time. He knew the plan...or at least the part of the plan that mattered to him. Blow up things. And then presumably do something with the rest of the bandits. He waited till the others were likely in position. He watched the four members getting drunk at the <s>bomb</s> barrels. When they all gathered for a quick refill, he figured this would be fun.
He cast Transmute on their barrel. The would be drunkards looked confused when they couldn't fill their tankards. "Huh? This was full a moment ago... was the last thing they uttered while they still had eyebrows. With a snap, Riesig ignited the now volatile cloud of liquor. The explosion was loud and echoed down the street. That should be a good signal for the others. Riesig stepped out from his hiding place and faced his now eyebrowless foes. "You know, the singed and hairless look really works on you guys. Makes you look less scruffy." He taunted at them.
Now, doubly burned (at least in Riesig's mind), the bandits called their fireballs to hand. "Oh no! You've got some fire. Whatever will I do? Oh, right, do it better than you!" With that he called up 2 dark flame fireballs. In a quick exchange he landed one of them into the head of the first guy who had gone to take a drink. The good news was that the strong strength impact was more than they expected and got knocked out as the dark flames starting eating away at his pink ascot. Unfortunately, the other 3 fireballs took Riesig in the chest. Grunting and doubling over with the impact and the slowly spreading fire, he stood up and took a steadying breath as he brushed off the fire like one would dust. The fire flowed with his hands and he ran his flaming hands setting his hair alight with hot head at the same time.
The three remaining bandits nodded among themselves and drew their swords. As they charged at him yelling, Riesig drew his new bow and shot at the one in the center hoping he didn't have time to dodge. The impact caught him and spun him down, now wailing at the wooden extension he now sported from his leg. Well, he had been aiming for the neck, but good enough he supposed. Putting the bow back Riesig was ready for the two that now got close to him. One got a slice across his left forearm while he was too focused on deflecting the other down his right. With a slowly less human growl that turned into a hiss by the syllable, Riesig turned to face the bandit that now seemed to pale. His right hand shot to the one he deflected, putting a torch into his mouth. The bandit couldn't scream through the pain, but he did flail and get a few superficial cuts across Riesig's back. But that didn't even get Riesig's attention.
For he had let his mists flow out and cloak the area around them once he was cut; all while he held the remaining bandit's sword in his crocodillian hand. His body having grown taller he now looked down on the man. "Bad choice." was hissed out through the maw of teeth where there had before been a human head. The bandit gained some of his senses and dropped the sword and tried to begin running. He let him make some progress, but moved with him to keep him in the mist. He didn't need to see him to know where he was. And as the bandit bumped into a few walls, he found he had been led to the back of a dead end alley. Done playing with his prey, Riesig snapped forwards and crushed the man's sword arm in his jaws. He ripped it off and swallowed it while the man screamed in front of him. A thought bubbled through the rage. Alive. The guard wants them alive. With intense effort, he shifted back to human and reached down to the cowering man. Disgruntled at being denied the hunt, he simply took a torch and cauterized the wounded area. The man passed out from the pain almost instantly.
Panting, he dragged him back to the other three. He stopped the flames from the first one, though they had done some damage to the face and neck area. He also grabbed the flames from the buildings nearby that were starting to find purchase. He let them just fizzle out as he looked for the one he had shot with the arrow. He followed the trail of blood to a door to a small building. He sent his mists out under the crack and found the guy hiding just behind the door. Irritated, he simply got close to the door and called in, "I will burn this house down around you. If you value not being dead, come out peacefully."
The bandit, now smelling the scent of blood and burnt flesh, seemed to have a change of heart. "Uh, yeah. Ok. I surrender. Please don't kill me!" He wobbly got back up to his feet and opened the door. He looked out at his friends, and swallowed hard. His choice reaffirmed, he threw out his weapon and walked towards Riesig. He escorted him to his friends, and took their various remaining pink articles and began to tie up their hands and mouths while he disarmed them of anything that might be anything. The one still conscious kept sobbing and almost gagging through the cloth.
Eventually, Riesig felt he had them secured enough and sat down himself. Dehydrate gave him a ball of water to wash his arm wound. The dirt and dust clean from it for now, he wrapped some linen he went and found in the house around it. Not a great wound care, but it would work until the axeman could help him again. He would just wait a few moments to catch his breath before going to the others. Yeah that was it. It wasn't like this hurt a lot or anything. No, that could never be it. He was totally a badass, not a young punk who could barely take a hit. Totally. Just ignore the slight quiver in his lower lip.
He cast Transmute on their barrel. The would be drunkards looked confused when they couldn't fill their tankards. "Huh? This was full a moment ago... was the last thing they uttered while they still had eyebrows. With a snap, Riesig ignited the now volatile cloud of liquor. The explosion was loud and echoed down the street. That should be a good signal for the others. Riesig stepped out from his hiding place and faced his now eyebrowless foes. "You know, the singed and hairless look really works on you guys. Makes you look less scruffy." He taunted at them.
Now, doubly burned (at least in Riesig's mind), the bandits called their fireballs to hand. "Oh no! You've got some fire. Whatever will I do? Oh, right, do it better than you!" With that he called up 2 dark flame fireballs. In a quick exchange he landed one of them into the head of the first guy who had gone to take a drink. The good news was that the strong strength impact was more than they expected and got knocked out as the dark flames starting eating away at his pink ascot. Unfortunately, the other 3 fireballs took Riesig in the chest. Grunting and doubling over with the impact and the slowly spreading fire, he stood up and took a steadying breath as he brushed off the fire like one would dust. The fire flowed with his hands and he ran his flaming hands setting his hair alight with hot head at the same time.
The three remaining bandits nodded among themselves and drew their swords. As they charged at him yelling, Riesig drew his new bow and shot at the one in the center hoping he didn't have time to dodge. The impact caught him and spun him down, now wailing at the wooden extension he now sported from his leg. Well, he had been aiming for the neck, but good enough he supposed. Putting the bow back Riesig was ready for the two that now got close to him. One got a slice across his left forearm while he was too focused on deflecting the other down his right. With a slowly less human growl that turned into a hiss by the syllable, Riesig turned to face the bandit that now seemed to pale. His right hand shot to the one he deflected, putting a torch into his mouth. The bandit couldn't scream through the pain, but he did flail and get a few superficial cuts across Riesig's back. But that didn't even get Riesig's attention.
For he had let his mists flow out and cloak the area around them once he was cut; all while he held the remaining bandit's sword in his crocodillian hand. His body having grown taller he now looked down on the man. "Bad choice." was hissed out through the maw of teeth where there had before been a human head. The bandit gained some of his senses and dropped the sword and tried to begin running. He let him make some progress, but moved with him to keep him in the mist. He didn't need to see him to know where he was. And as the bandit bumped into a few walls, he found he had been led to the back of a dead end alley. Done playing with his prey, Riesig snapped forwards and crushed the man's sword arm in his jaws. He ripped it off and swallowed it while the man screamed in front of him. A thought bubbled through the rage. Alive. The guard wants them alive. With intense effort, he shifted back to human and reached down to the cowering man. Disgruntled at being denied the hunt, he simply took a torch and cauterized the wounded area. The man passed out from the pain almost instantly.
Panting, he dragged him back to the other three. He stopped the flames from the first one, though they had done some damage to the face and neck area. He also grabbed the flames from the buildings nearby that were starting to find purchase. He let them just fizzle out as he looked for the one he had shot with the arrow. He followed the trail of blood to a door to a small building. He sent his mists out under the crack and found the guy hiding just behind the door. Irritated, he simply got close to the door and called in, "I will burn this house down around you. If you value not being dead, come out peacefully."
The bandit, now smelling the scent of blood and burnt flesh, seemed to have a change of heart. "Uh, yeah. Ok. I surrender. Please don't kill me!" He wobbly got back up to his feet and opened the door. He looked out at his friends, and swallowed hard. His choice reaffirmed, he threw out his weapon and walked towards Riesig. He escorted him to his friends, and took their various remaining pink articles and began to tie up their hands and mouths while he disarmed them of anything that might be anything. The one still conscious kept sobbing and almost gagging through the cloth.
Eventually, Riesig felt he had them secured enough and sat down himself. Dehydrate gave him a ball of water to wash his arm wound. The dirt and dust clean from it for now, he wrapped some linen he went and found in the house around it. Not a great wound care, but it would work until the axeman could help him again. He would just wait a few moments to catch his breath before going to the others. Yeah that was it. It wasn't like this hurt a lot or anything. No, that could never be it. He was totally a badass, not a young punk who could barely take a hit. Totally. Just ignore the slight quiver in his lower lip.