"We are talking about magic, right?" she asks Will. "I'm not exactly in the mood to distract with feminine wiles. You know as well as I do my husband won't appreciate that."
Another thought, and then she asks, "Perhaps you have some ideas of how I can use my spells? If you've any legends or stories that I could persuade into life, that would make a better distraction than simple flash and smoke."
Doc remembers last year and running through the forest, being chased by that guard...how scared he had been when the trees had seemed to move and close in...
"The guards tend t'be 'fraid of the trees, knowin' they got power."
Mia ponders, staff in one hand, chin in the other.
"It's not really my specialty, but I could probably manage something. And having my staff will help."
She thinks for a moment longer.
"I could use ice lances to lift the tree out of the ground and make it look like it's walking, which should be distraction enough both from the ice magic and us, I hope. Unless someone has a better idea involving fire or ice more directly."
Doc smirks, a wicked grin then taking over his features.
"Perhaps we could freeze the water that's in the mud or somethin'," he pushes a branch aside as they walk, holding it out of Mia's way until she passes. "But havin' a tree walkin' 'long would likely be awful impressive."
"I can do both easily enough. I'll walk the tree through the river to hide the ice lances moving it and freeze the water in the mud. They'll be so shocked they won't even realize they're looking up at us from the flats of their backs."
She picks out a fine specimen of oak tree. With a few whispered words finishing with, "Summon elemental power," she gently uproots the tree with a few ice lances.
"Come on, now," she tells the tree, and the ice lances obediently move the roots like feet to come with them.
The cart is going slow due to the thick mud, but at least the sounds cover the noise made by a trio of outlaws sneaking through the brush...followed by the oak.
Doc takes a bolt from the quiver at his side as he knocks his hood back from his face so he can see better, trying to listen to the sounds of feet and horses in an attempt to count how many guards.
If there's one thing Doc is, it's a good shot with a weapon he's had practice with. He could have used a bit more time with the crossbow, but, regardless.
It's close enough to his Winchester in weight and operation.
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Even if the bolt lands in the chest and not the armor of the man sitting on top of the chest, it's still useful.
A little more spellwork so that it looks like the tree is frolicking in the water along with an ice shield for herself and Mia gets to work with her staff.
She might be quicker than usual. She borrowed the group's Chira tail.
In dodging the bolt that comes flying back at him, Doc fires off another (this one missing by less) and growls as he slides across the mud, he's going to be covered by the time this is done.
He yanks the string back again and loads another bolt, before bringing the crossbow up again.
"HEY!"
It's a shout meant to get the attention of the both of them, draw their attention away...
She is, which is why Doc doesn't worry about her (too much, after all she's still a lady but the fact that the tree is frolicking in the river tells him she can hold her own) as he reloads the crossbow another time.
And aims for the driver.
He could aim for the horses, but...then he has an idea, and instead of firing he takes off through the undergrowth to get in a good position for when the cart comes near enough that he can get in front of it.
Another flick at the tree to keep it playfully splashing in the water, so subtle that it's likely no one saw it.
She'll probably be tired by the end of all this, but not exhausted like she was after Axel's heart ceremony.
To make things easier, she discreetly starts to work some magic into her attacks so that, with each strike she makes, the guards should be getting drowsier and drowsier.
Doc really wishes the trees here were like the trees back home, but even with the mud on his boots and the slippery bark from the rain, he manages to get in enough of a position that when the cart comes into view...
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The driver keels over, grabbing at his throat as he falls against the bowman beside him, and Doc leaves his crossbow tucked up in the tree as he launches for the ground.
It's like a stagecoach robbery, only with more mud and only two horses instead of a team of four or six. With no driver to urge them on, they start to slow.
Doc jumps from the ground up onto the cart, pulling the driver off and wrestling with the bowman to knock his weapon away.
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"I'll leave the fightin' to ye three an Lady Sariel an I will watch the road, cart should be comin' up soon followin' the river road."
Will's thoughtful before speaking,
"Mia, do ye think ye could make us a diversion?"
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"She'd probably be better able to make one than I could," Doc admits. "Diversions aren't really my thing."
He tends to just go in guns blazing.
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"We are talking about magic, right?" she asks Will. "I'm not exactly in the mood to distract with feminine wiles. You know as well as I do my husband won't appreciate that."
Another thought, and then she asks, "Perhaps you have some ideas of how I can use my spells? If you've any legends or stories that I could persuade into life, that would make a better distraction than simple flash and smoke."
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"Oh aye, we've a few that could be o'use. Tis many old gods in Sherwood, trees that walk an get angry."
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Doc remembers last year and running through the forest, being chased by that guard...how scared he had been when the trees had seemed to move and close in...
"The guards tend t'be 'fraid of the trees, knowin' they got power."
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"It's not really my specialty, but I could probably manage something. And having my staff will help."
She thinks for a moment longer.
"I could use ice lances to lift the tree out of the ground and make it look like it's walking, which should be distraction enough both from the ice magic and us, I hope. Unless someone has a better idea involving fire or ice more directly."
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"River runs right by the road, could use it to make things bit slippery for 'em."
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"Perhaps we could freeze the water that's in the mud or somethin'," he pushes a branch aside as they walk, holding it out of Mia's way until she passes. "But havin' a tree walkin' 'long would likely be awful impressive."
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She picks out a fine specimen of oak tree. With a few whispered words finishing with, "Summon elemental power," she gently uproots the tree with a few ice lances.
"Come on, now," she tells the tree, and the ice lances obediently move the roots like feet to come with them.
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Doc takes a bolt from the quiver at his side as he knocks his hood back from his face so he can see better, trying to listen to the sounds of feet and horses in an attempt to count how many guards.
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"You might want to shield yourselves," she warns.
And with a subtle flick, the oak tree comes crashing through, taking what seems to be a running start.
A jump...
SPLASH!
If an oak tree doing a cannonball into a river doesn't distract them, nothing will.
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While the two pikemen stand bewildered not sure what they should be charging and praying.
Will laughs and goes from a tree to the midst of the pikemen with his sword drawn and the fight begins.
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It's close enough to his Winchester in weight and operation.
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Even if the bolt lands in the chest and not the armor of the man sitting on top of the chest, it's still useful.
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Will is having a tough fight against the two pikesmen as the blood and mud keep moving.
The driver has finally spotted Mia behind the huge tree and the crossbowmen next to him starts aiming at her.
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She might be quicker than usual. She borrowed the group's Chira tail.
Making it easier to dodge and get closer.
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He yanks the string back again and loads another bolt, before bringing the crossbow up again.
"HEY!"
It's a shout meant to get the attention of the both of them, draw their attention away...
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Mia is doing a good job and the cart is getting closer since the driver and crossbowmen are distracted with Mia who is just too fast for them.
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It's something of a challenge, but being used to opponents both physical and magical, she's holding her own very well.
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And aims for the driver.
He could aim for the horses, but...then he has an idea, and instead of firing he takes off through the undergrowth to get in a good position for when the cart comes near enough that he can get in front of it.
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From the cart, the other guard shoots where Doc was before as Mia handles the others easily.
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She'll probably be tired by the end of all this, but not exhausted like she was after Axel's heart ceremony.
To make things easier, she discreetly starts to work some magic into her attacks so that, with each strike she makes, the guards should be getting drowsier and drowsier.
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The driver keels over, grabbing at his throat as he falls against the bowman beside him, and Doc leaves his crossbow tucked up in the tree as he launches for the ground.
It's like a stagecoach robbery, only with more mud and only two horses instead of a team of four or six. With no driver to urge them on, they start to slow.
Doc jumps from the ground up onto the cart, pulling the driver off and wrestling with the bowman to knock his weapon away.
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One pikemen lays on the ground as the other turns and flees.
The driver keels over and the crossbowmen is ready to give up to Mia and sleep as the horses calm at Doc's hands.
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"Who's left?"
Her guard's not going down until Will or Doc gives the go ahead.
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