Garrin keeps his staff waving wildly and a rainbow arc heads for Slobomir (eldritch blast)

Attack: 6 Damage: 11 

Halfling luck! 

9 

Garrin's rainbow energy blast sails wild, raking the side of a nearby house and sending a shutter catapulting across the street.

Cassius takes advantage of the distraction however, landing blows to the head and back of the remaining Redbrand lackey.  He is still on his feet, but he spits out a mouthful of blood.  "Wha - They's coming from every which way!"

ROUND FIVE

• T'Laren
• Garrin
• Cassius
• Droknin
• Redbrands
• Keashirryl

Droknin is pleasantly surprised by the arrival of help, and as he sees that the Redbrand holding Keashirryl is no longer a threat, he faces Slobomir. "Now, I shall give you my proper attention." He grabs Mlinzi from the ground*, and attacks the Redbrand with both ends of his weapon (non lethal).

Mlinzi Attack1: 25 Damage: 13

Mlinzi Attack2 (BA): 12 Damage: 4

*(I hope this doesn't constitute an action, if it does, please disregard attacks below)

Only one of Droknin's slashes penetrates Slobomir's studded leather, dealing a glancing wound.  His eyes dart in all directions.  "Finish the cat-man... NOW!" he shouts at the other Redbrand.  

That Redbrand looks back and forth between Droknin and Cassius, before once again turning his shortsword on the wounded Leonin.  Attack: 21 Damage: 6

Once that man is committed to his attack, Slobomir turns on his heel and dashes away to the northwest, abandoning his ally and drawing an AoO from Droknin.  He ends the turn close to, but not within melee range, of T'Laren.  

"Oh no, we are not done here my good sir." Droknin tries to swipe at Slobomir's legs.

Mlinzi Attack: 19 Damage: 9

It takes a moment, before Keashirryl can think clear again, an arrow out of nowhere piercing through the man holding her a moment ago. It was awfully close. It was either that the attacker had been very sure of their skill, or plainly disinterested in the risk of accidentally hitting her. Either way, she is grateful for the resolution, but does not look forward to admitting it. 

Still panting, and suddenly exhausted from the anxiety of the last couple moments, she reaches out towards the remaining Redbrand, and casts sacred flame. Meanwhile, she keeps an eye on the newcomer, making sure they are on the same side, and nothing unexpected happens. 

She likely caught no more than a glimpse of the fellow who loosed an arrow at her grappler.

Redbrand DEX save for Sacred Flame:  17

 The last remaining Redbrand in the fight dodges the falling flame, though he looks injured and terrified.  Slobomir seems intent on continuing to flee the field.

ROUND SIX

• T'Laren
• Garrin
• Cassius
• Droknin
• Redbrands
• Keashirryl

An arrow looses at the fleeing Rebrand from a few paces away. 

Attack: 20 Damage: 5

Seeing that the redbrand is still standing, Cassius will snap his staff back around, once more aiming to knock the thug atop the head. As he strikes he will use make sure to aim to knock the man unconscious. If his foe is still he will follow up with a hard punch to the other side of their head.

Attack: 24 Damage: 5

Attack: 16 Damage: 4

Slobomir takes an arrow hard to the shoulder.  His right arm hangs limply at his side, and she curses loudly, taking a long, baleful look at T'laren, but he continues to flee.

Cassius knocks the remaining Redbrand fighter out cold.  He tumbles and nearly falls into the well, coming to rest at its base.

[The only remaining enemy us Slobomir and he is dashing away from the fight.  Unless you plan to pursue him, we are out of initiative.]

Droknin dashes (up to 70ft.) to block Slobomir’s escape. He holds Mlinzi horizontally in front of the tug. “Leaving so fast? I believe we still have unfinished business.” Says the Leonin with a grin. “Drop your weapon, and your life shall be spared.”

Meanwhile: Garrin checks on Keashirryl. "That was pretty bold thinking, looking to get hit. Who says 'shoot the hostage?' It's crazy. But bold. I admire that. I have a good feeling about traveling with you all. These bullies have gotten their way for too long."

T'laren, having been seen by the fleeing Rebrand, isn't willing to let his description be reported to the others, and moves to take a parting shot.

Attack: 12 Damage: 6

Seeing that several others have gone after the fleeing thug, Cassius cracks his knuckles and moves over to the one he had beaten into an unconscious state. After he drags them away from the well he will reach into his pack and begin to bind the man with rope. "Getting sloppy... Ten years ago that first hit would have laid him flat...."

Keashirryl brushes off some dust, wipes off some blood, and looks down at Garrin. "I admit , it came as a surprise. I definitely underestimated that one."

She sees Droknin dash to meet Slobomir, and adds, turning partially away, but still talking to the Halfling: "You have a good feeling about travelling with the most unlucky hell-child that has ever lived and a giant cat with a short temper? I hope you are right, anyway. I don't feel particularly bad about the presence of you two either."

Hearing Cassius speak, she is quickly reminded of the presence of the newfound - possibly temporary - allies. She turns to the stranger tieing the rope around the unconscious man.

"It is refreshing to have someone not fight against us for once. It's appreciated" she admits, then stops for a moment, before asking the next question, gesturing vaguely towards the Redbrand who was previously shot. "Do you happen to know who released that arrow?" 

Slobomir skids to a halt when Droknin cuts him off.  

Though he is hurt, he sees the Leonin is also injured.  He seems to have no intention of surrendering, transferring his knife from his wounded right hand to his left.  But before he can do anything further, an arrow takes him in the center of the back.  He drops the knife and reaches out blindly as his misspent life escapes him and he falls to the ground.

Combat Over.

"Would have taken care of them sooner but the poor excuse of a mayor let things get out of hand. Wouldn't have been smart to fight them alone. As for the arrow, no idea." Cassius says as he finishes with the rope, moving to start dragging his new captive off to the side.

With the commotion of the battle over with, a few residents from the nearby homes peek out of their windows and doors to get a look at what has happened.  Most retreat back inside, but one crook-backed old woman emerges to beat the corpse of one of the Redbrands with a broomstick, while muttering curses.  

You have one bound and unconscious Redbrand prisoner, and four bodies in the street.

Garrin shrugs. "You act as though any of that matters. Now, who are these new folks? Go on then, introduce yourselves. I'm called Garrin." 

For the newcomers: Garrin is a halfling, with a bit of gray in his hair. He's got a "Grumpy Old Men" demeanor.