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BarAmal checked the string on his bow. it was wet but hopefully it wouldn't be to much of an issue when it came to drawing back. He was out having heard of some issues with bandits and being a member of the leaf tribe himself couldn't just let others ruin his peoples name. He thought he heard a noise and crouched down low. Something was coming and he wanted to be the one to surprise it if it was a bandit. He waited until it got close and he drew himself from cover ready for a fight.

The call out was a bit of a surprise. He had thought he was well enough covered still. Could this be a bandit? Coming out with his bow at the ready he was surprised to see the Alkidike still he knew a few others were hunting bandits as well. “Definitely not a bandit.” His eyes glanced over her as he mentally decided she was quite imposing. He turned back to paying more attention to the area around them since he was here to find bandits not ogle tall women.

“I would hope so considering how wet it is and how silly it is to be tracking them in the rain.” BarAmal gave the reply in a flat voice without thinking then realizing how rude it was as first. As soon as he was done he realized his transgression and gave the woman an apologetic glance. “Sorry the jungle is nothing like my home in Isd so having spent a while trying to track the bandits down has made my temper short..er. Assistance would be appreciated. I saw tracks in this direction but the distortion from the rain makes it hard to tell how long ago it was.” He gestured to his left and pointed in the direction of several dwellings that were actually in the trees. “They might have hidden in some of the local homes, but it’s hard to check them all calmly knowing the first step in is likely an ambush.” His hand tightened on his bow knowing how hard it was to deal with close combat with a ranged weapon. He really should do some training with a stick or something so he knew how to use other weapons as well.

And it was with that smile that BarAmal realized just why his father a shifted always respected this warrior woman’s people. They were downright bloody minded. “BarAmal. If you take point I will offer support.” He held his bow up and though it was wet he knew full well it was strong enough to fire and his aim was good enough that he could fire into a building and help keep the woman safe. The only trouble would be his grip on the string and so long as he curled his fingers back more his shots might be a fraction slower but it would ensure her safety. “Or I can play the bait if you want to make use and swing over me?” He thought to offer it as an option though it was less feasible given her weapon just in case she was uncomfortable. He didn’t hide that it would be dangerous but at least way when she searched as she likely would have alone she knew she would have back up. He started to head toward the buildings regauldless figuring she could answer him along the way. She did not seem the type to plan to far out so as he walked he scanned the soaked land for good places the bandits might hide should they get past the pair of them. It would be good to know for later.

Yes bloody minded was the nice way to put it. “As you say.” He pulled his arrow knock against his string once more. He was a bit worried about just barging into people’s homes but still since they were bandit hunting there was no telling if there were hostages in the homes so a surprise was the best way to go. “Let’s start with that one on the end. It looks a bit apart from the others so it would be a good place to hide. They might thing that any noises would be muffled in the rain and they would be right likely.” He took a glance at her antennae. Perhaps they would give her an edge entering the building though perhaps going from rain to nothing would be a hindrance instead? He really had no idea. Still she was really confident and seemed more experienced then himself so it would likely turn out alright. “So straight in it is than. Ladies first?” He gave her a slight smile hoping she wouldn’t take offense. Did her kind that was all females anyway find humor in such things?

As the tall woman stood confidently to the building BarAmal knocked an arrow and kept back but made sure she was in site. He wasn’t certain what she was planning as she moved along in the downpour. It was clear she was familiar with whatever tactic she had in mind though. That was somewhat comforting. For some reason her just standing before the door was strange until BarAmal saw a hand up with fingers splayed. Only five? Well that was a good thing. He had far more arrows than that to offer support. Nodding he moved quickly into a better position only to see the warrior kick in the door with enough force that he was certain the neighboring homes could hear the crack and wonder if their own homes were under assault. It was only a short moment latter the first scream started. Where all of her people so war mongering? BarAmal blinked and fired as a bandit came rushing past the woman who just moved deeper into the room. Cursing he wished she would have stayed back and been a lure to get the men out so they could be taken from the doorway itself. Still this worked but he would have to run in and make sure she was alright. Even though he knew he was using her as bait he didn’t feel good about the idea of leaving her in there with five… no four assailants. The man he had just fired at was hit squarely in the windpipe and would be a threat no longer.

It took a moment but as BarAmal was heading to the building another bandit rushed out. He had actually surprised BarAmal with the look of fear on his face. Still already set for combat it was easy to launch an arrow into the mans torso. He clutched his chest and tried to run so BarAmal put another arrow into each leg. The man was then writhing on the ground unable to keep running. BarAmal thought it might be best to keep him alive to question. Still why would he come out running like that? It had been four against one in the room and how scary could his temporary bandit hunter really be? he headed in to find out.

The rain was as much his friend as it had been his enemy. It masked his steps as he moved forward. The doorway was blocked by a man and reacting BarAmal ‘punched’ his bow forward and struck the man knocking him inward. There was a twang and with some horror BarArmal realized the one he struck was an archer who had been aiming in the room. Pulling back he shot the man in the stomach and then turned to see where the arrow fired went. Seeing a good number of overturned furniture and what seemed to be dead bodies BarAmal only felt relief when he saw the alkidike was alive and moving. A small bit of relief settled down knowing the woman who he had used as bait was alright. He was glad the warrior could handle herself just fine. “Any wounds?” He glanced around the dim room almost expecting another ambush but it was just the flicking from a small cooking fire in the room. “Any more bandits you think?” A groan escaped from the man he shot in the stomach. “I felled a few out in the rain and one might be trying to crawl away. We can question them if you think we need to.”