When it's Badger's next turn:

Seeing the skill and ferocity of Taban's hand-to-hand combat, Badger calls out a warning to his companions to spread out. Badger himself finds a position as far away from the others as possible, but still within the range of his spells, and casts Chromatic Orb again.

Attack: 8 Damage: 15 cold damage

(OOC: This dude has 3 attacks, so may as well try to restrict him to one target per round, if possible. If Badger is already in melee range, then he will cast the spell first and then back off.)

Kasaaptu is laying there on the verge of death, dreaming of revenge. If she dies she is going to become a ticked off ghost and haunt Tabans home

Death roll:14

Sir Darak Darkhall: Sometimes Justice can be harsh. This is one of those times, Darak tells himself.

Clearly unhinged and extremely dangerous, the question of the debt is no longer relevant. The man has written his own death warrant and ending the threat is all that matters now. 

Sprinting forward, Sir Darkhall draws his family's ancestral blade "Onyx" from its sheath, the pitch black blade seeming to reflect no light as it swings through the air.

Attack: 10 Damage: 10

A few moments later, the Paladin witnesses the devastating blow to Kasaaptu, kneels beside her and says a prayer to Tyr. 

Lay on Hands - 1HP Healed

Barty screams as he sees his brand new dog fall in battle.  “NOOOO!” 

He ducks behind whatever he can find to hide behind, even a teammate if he has to.  Taking a move from his mothers book and aiming for his eye. He fires another arrow.

Bonus Action Hide: stealth 19

Action: Attack: 24 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.

Advantage is hidden: 11

Indiana death save: 3

Alright, I'll let Indiana get a slight bite in on the guy before being kneed in to unconsciousness, but failed to trip him.  An ice sphere of orb blasts from Badgers outstretched hands, missing the muscle bound warrior, shattering against the doorframe, coating it in frost. Sir Darak's swing goes wide, missing the warrior who dodges nimbly.  He then reaches down, whispering a prayer, and Kasaaptu comes conscious.  Barty can't hide as a bonus action yet, but he does fire his crossbow from some cover, the arrow slashing just along the side of the man's leg giving him a slight cut.  (5 damage instead of 11, since no sneak attack). 

So, Kasaaptu is on the ground (prone), near the doorway, but conscious.  Sir Darak stands over her, sword in hand, ready to fight. Badger is 20 feet away down the alley, blasting spells from range. Barty is 20 feet down the alley from the other direction, firing arrows. Indiana is near the guys feet, unconscious. Sickle is within melee range as well, swinging his staff in sweeps.  

Sickle has yet to take his 2nd action, it's your turn Sickle.  

(OOC: I"m happy to use some sort of online grid system in future, if anyone knows one) 

Silas sits, unaware of his allies mortal danger, sipping on a drink and eating a cookie.  

Shield out, Sickle looks for a way to back out of this to get some room where his spells can do work. He’s surprised by the tenacity of this ruffian, and a bit concerned as he sees Kasaaptu collapse. Seeing no way to disengage easily, he’ll swing the walking staff he has carried since you’ve met him, which now seems somehow thicker and sturdier, hoping to kneecap their opponent.

Attack: 15 Damage: 10 (rolls from PM)

Silas stands up from his seat and goes for another order. He looks around for guards just in case, "No guards have been called so everything should be fine. They're really taking their time with this," 

The cut from Barty's cross bow bolts seems deeper than it first did actually and the thug seems to be limping a bit.  Sickle steps in and smashes his staff down hard onto his shoulder with a crunch.  He makes an "oof" sound, but seems to somehow keep coming.  Though the staff hurt, he seems more concerned about the black blade whistling through the air like death, and steps into Sir Darak, trying to get inside his guard and land some blows. 

Tries to plant an elbow on Sir Darak's cheek: 8 Damage: 7

Following with an uppercut to Sir Darak's face: 26 Damage: 9

Finally putting all his energy into a knee into Sir Darak's mid section: 17 Damage: 9

The elbow flies well short of Sir Darak as his torso twists, the muscles in his six pack stomach tense with the torc he puts into it.  The uppercut lands solidly with a crunching noise, ringing Sir Darak's bell.  The knee seems to slam into Sir Darak's armor though which absorbs the damaging blow. 

Badger, Barty, Sickle, Sir Darak and Kasaaptu, you may all take your actions. 

As mentioned, Kasaaptu, you're prone, but conscious. You did NOT see anyone in the house besides this guy.  He has now moved out of the doorway and is fighting Sickle and Sir Darak both in the alleyway.

(OOC: Death throws are not necessary for Indiana, since Taban is dealing non-lethal damage)

Kasaaptu, there are two windows, but they're tiny narrow windows that a normal person couldn't fit through.  Inside the room, in the shadows, you see what looks like a "one room apartment".  A table, an eating area, a sitting area, and a bed. There don't appear to be any other exits. 

Action: Attack: 6 Damage: 10

Barty continues to keep his distance from the fray continuing to fire his arrows.  Still just trying to subdue than injure besides his most recent strike out of anger.    He will continue to fight until someone submits or tells him to stop.

Kasaaptu will disengage, run through the door to Taban's apartment, shut and bar(lock however it gets secured) and position herself a little bit back from the window. Her face marred with a giant bruise is swelling up a bit she decides this guy is too strong to subdue and so she draws out her sickle Lighting Leaf and prepares a spell in her mind. She didn't want it to come to this, but being gentle nearly killed her. A hard lesson to learn so early in her adventure.

She takes a quick look around her in this little apartment to see if any thing of value is laying about in plain sight, like a bag of coins or gold object or something 

Perception:12

Sickle is pleased with the sound that the staff made, but then concerned again when the man spun away and began wailing on the the knight.  He decided to keep up the melee attacks to give the others space to work. This is not the fight I expected today, he thought to himself as he swung his staff once more, keeping his wooden shield between him and his target.

Attack: 17 Damage: 10

Round 3: Badger casts Fire Bolt at Taban.

Attack: 19 Damage: 5

Kasaaptu, still light headed from the punch that knocked her out, pulls her self off the ground, being careful to withdraw from the man's flying limbs, and moves into his house, getting ready to slam the door and lock it, while pulling out her sickle.  (movement: stand up, move into house, action: disengage, free: draw weapon, look around).  The place is sparse, with thin curtains pulled to one side of the narrow windows. The floor is stone, but dirty. On the table is a plate containing a partially eaten flat bread, a few slices of some sort of vegetable, and a hunk of white meat.  A fly sits on the meat. The blankets on the bed are in a crumpled heap. Several items of clothing lay scattered about the floor. A few flies lazily buzz about the room. 

Meanwhile, outside, the fierce battle continue. A crossbow bolt whistles through the melee, narrowly avoiding hitting Sickle, and slams into the plastered wall at an angle, then goes skittering down the alley way, rolling past Badger. The air around Badger glows of sparkles which coalesce into a dancing bright flame in his hands.  He hurls the flame at Taban, the fire crackling and roaring as it swoops through the air to burst across Taban's shoulder.  He grunts in pain, he dark skin forming whitish bubbles instantly.  Sickle sweeps his staff once more slamming the man in his midsection.  He seems to knock the wind out of the weakening warrior he stumbles back a step from the blow. He glances over at Sickle, with a "your next" glance, but his eyes are looking glassy and he can't quite sell the intimidation. 

Silas bites into the crunchy, yet soft centered cookie. It has fruit, and nuts in it, which is quite pleasing. The texture is excellent with just the right amount of crunch, and softness, and the dough is sweet, but not overly so.  It crumbles pleasantly on his tongue, leaving the hard crunchy nut bits and the chewy dried fruit bits to chew on, which is just the right finishing texture.  Whew, he can't wait to experience the sip of the dark liquid in the mug next.  He doesn't leave one bit of concern in his mind for his friends, since, really, it's only been about 24 seconds since the last time he thought about them. 

The moment pauses, Sir Darak's sword swept back and ready to strike.

Sir Darak Darkhall: Seeing that the man is weakening, Darak presses the attack. He swings his black blade once more, following up quickly by bashing the man with his shield.

Attack: 11 Damage: 11

Bonus Action: Shield Master Shove(Prone) - Athletics Check: 7

When her turn comes up, Kasaaptu will close the door, move to the window and cast: witch bolt

Attack:Attack: 18 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.

( had to redo the dmg roll because I forgot to switch from d20 to d12)

Badger's next move will be the same as his last move.

Fire Bolt: Attack: 8 Damage: 3

Sir Darak's sword whistles wide, the muscled bound man ducking out of the way of the one weapon he seems to fear the most.  Sir Darak's shield is just behind, bashing forward, but the man is extremely nimble or rolls to one side with ease.  He then reaches out with a three punch rapid attack at Sir Darak, aiming each punch for his left face, right face, chin...

The first fist blow swings wide, the next two seem to narrow in though as the man is definitely looking shaken. 

Attack: 27 Damage: 16

Attack: 24 Damage: 9

The blows deflect off of Sir Darak's shield, and off his chain suit. The man's fists bloodies from smashing them into his steel covered opponent.

The door behind him slams shut, as Kasaaptu locks the door, a blast of lightning stabbing out across the space from the window, hitting the plaster on the wall on the far side of the alley.  Bits of plaster explode into the air plinking down around the warriors.  Another ball of fire is launched by Badger, sailing through the combat and bursting against the wall near Barty, smearing the side of the plastered building with black. 

Barty, Sickle, and Sir Darak, please take your next actions.

Barty stands back up from ducking out of the way of the fire bolt.  Shaking his head to get the plaster out of his hair he knocks another arrow.

Action: Attack: 18 Damage: 15