Celeste moves quickly in order to get the Spearman in her view. With a swift gesture she aimed a spell at him, the spell Ice Knife aimed at his chest with the intent to have the spell explode and hit the Spearman as well as Masked figure 4.
An shard of cool white ice flies from Celeste's hand, impaling the Spearman. He lets out a cry and grasps the shard with both hands. While attempting to pull it out, the shard explodes, ripping his torso apart and pelting the two adjacent raiders with icy shrapnel.
All three combatants fall to the ground, motionless.
"Sweet Marthammor.." A wide-eyed Gimmor just stares at the carnage for a second or two, before shaking off the shock. With one hand occupied keeping the kobold on board, he settles on rushing forth to incapacitate the cultist with an either painful but non-immediately life threatening stab to the gut, or a more precise slap of the blade elsewhere for a knockout. "Best surrender now, dragon lover. 'least a miss hits something vital." He claims, if Ba'lor's attack hadn't already killed the masked man.
The last remaining raider looks around wildly as his allies fall before him. He looked back towards his right, just as Ba'Lor arrives and swings his mace into his head. The blow cracks his mask and shatters it, but he remains upright.
By luck more than skill, he manages to stumble out of the way as Gimmor attempts to slap him upside the head with the flat of his sword, unperturbed by the dwarf's threat.
"Tiamat take you all." He snarls, slashing at Gimmor with his scimitar.
Attack: 23Damage: 2
The attack lands, but just barely, opening a shallow cut on the dwarf's forearm.
"The longer we stay in the open the more we risk" replies Ba'lor, "Is there a way to the keep that avoids these open roads?". The cleric, seeking to avoid further conflict that could put the villagers in harms way.
Though the pain warranted gritted teeth, it is the aftermath of the final blade that warranted a curse out of the dwarf. "You know I was playing hard ball when I said hitting something vital next time, right?" He asks, half-heartedly glaring at Aryn. After listening Linan however, he huffs and looks to the keep. "With any luck, we'll get another chance at bringing a better prisoner than this one along." He jostles the Kobold in hand.
"But priorities.. priorities.. let's see... Nines.. That hill and open space will be a death trap, 'specially coming from the one road... hm... We got two choices. There's the "safer" option, then there's the more ballsy one." At this point he blurs the line between simple talk and more military jargon in explaining the safe route(blue) and riskier but faster route(red) for the approach. "My gut says we go red despite the risk. This large a group-..." He shakes his head. "Not so sneaky. Though could grab stragglers along way of safe route. But I leave to the rest of you. Choose quickly. No telling how long we got."
The military jargon was mostly lost on Ba'lor, but he did know that the road was bad idea and he was learning to trust Gimmor's sense for tactics.
"I think we can make dash for the faster path... As long as the archers in that keep see us as friends then that is where our best bet lies". He looks thoughtful for a few moments as he smooths his dark beard, "If we retain our previous formation I think we stand a good chance, from what we've seen I doubt these invaders are expecting much more than poorly armed townsfolk. I hope that Kobold knows something useful..."
Aryn shrugged, undisturbed by Gimmor's tone. "He didn't seem to be in a talking mood, and I knew for certain I could kill him that strike. If I tried to hold back, might have missed. Didn't really fancy giving him any more opportunities."
"Bal'or is right, the quick route seems like the best idea. I think we should worry about getting these ones to the keep before taking on a kidnap job." He said, jerking his thumb back towards the villagers. "But if the opportunity arises again, I'll try not to skewer them."
Linan nodded as she listened to Gimmor'splan, probably understanding the paths he suggested more clearly than the other party members. "Either way we go, I can direct us in a way that stays mostly out of sight if that's what you wish."
As the party discusses their options, Gimmor would feel a sudden jerk on his shoulder. The Kobold has awoken, and starts to thrash against its restraints, trying in vain to open its mouth and cry out.
Celeste listens to everyone and nods in agreement, "The fastest path would most likely be best, we've been doing pretty well so far and the sooner we get there the better." She speaks a bit confidently, despite the mess the town was becoming due to the attack. Focusing on the task ahead of her helping her keep from stressing about the situation at hand. Glancing at the kobold Gimmor had restrained, she narrows her eyes a bit.
"Good enough fer -- wha? By the nines -- Hold on." Gimmor adjusts his grip on his shortsword and levels the weapon. "Stop squirming ya little coward. Back to sleep." With that, he whacks him with the butt of the weapon. It was a little awkward getting the angle, but between a tight grip and a restrained kobold, he hoped it would be enough. And if not, he wasn't above keep trying until either rope gives, or he succeeds.
"Bloodly little bugger -- Let's be on it then. Sooner I can drop this little bugger off, the sooner I can fight properly again." Gimmor looks to Celeste. "Try to conserve at least some of your strength. We may find it no easier to rest even after reaching the keep. Not with things being what they are." Having said his piece, he starts to motion for Aryn to start forward, but then looks to Linan. "Looks like we're going the fast route. Feel free to advise along the way means to stay out of sight on the route. But we move now."