You move away from the wagon as you hear at least two of them approaching, searching for a sign of where you escaped.  As you move, the rattling of your armor screams in your ears, causing you to cringe, but you continue onward as the voice slowly fade behind you.  You find a suitable spot to cross over and begin making your way back.  As you approach the general location of your tumble, you can make out one of the figures standing at the edge of the road, calling directions to look of (you assume) someone trying to follow your original path.  You managed to pick up a number of fist-sized stones along the way, as well as a solid 3' branch that might be able to knock a few teeth loose.

Kina sets the larger rock rolling down the hill at the armed one and prepares to throw her rocks. If she's lucky, she'll knock him silly and put him down fast. She's less worried about the one whose shoulder she broke.

Attack: 6 Damage: 0

The stone begins rolling downhill, but strikes a tree root and bounces off into the brush.  The robed figures continue their advance.

Kina takes her pot shots with the rocks and prepares to charge (How many can she throw before crescent mask is within her charge range?)

"Remember your names! This isn't who you are! Let me help you, please! I don't want to hurt you!" Kina tries to reach them

Attack: 2 Damage: 0

With the terrain advantage, you can get all 3 stones cast.  The first sails off harmlessly through the trees.

Preferring his axe to sticks and rocks, Barnabus continues to the wagon.

As you continue, the argument fading slightly behind you, you see the wagon sitting in the road, the driver standing on his seat trying craning his neck watching the others.  Give me a new stealth check if you wish to approach.

Kina continues to try and call for them to come to their senses as she tosses the other two rocks.

Attack: 11 Damage: 0

Attack: 13 Damage: 0

Crescent barely dodges the second stone, and glances back to ensure his compatriot is unharmed as well.  He turns back to the front, looking up just in time to catch the final missile square in the middle of his mask, eliciting a yelp of pain.  With a guttural grunt, he redoubles his efforts up the trail, calling "you are going to regret that.  We just need to bring you in alive, doesn't mean we can't break a few bones first."

You leap at the driver, but are intercepted by the other, limbs locking you both tumble from the wagon and onto the ground.  Roll athletics or acrobatics, lets see who lands on top.

The cultist grabs at your throat to slam you head first into the packed earth of the road, but you easily flip around and use him as a cushion for your fall, driving a shoulder into his sternum as you land with a heavy thud, driving the air from his lungs.  You continue your roll and come to your feet in a crouch facing the wagon as the driver draws and jumps down to confront you.