The men look around confused as to who to charge for. There was their ally, who had just taken out there companion, and there was also the group of three travelers which they were originally hired to hunt down. Looking at each other, they speak in an unknown, guttural language. Giving looks to you and the other man as they speak.

However, interrupting their conversation, an arrow comes and strikes one of the men in the shoulder, penetrating his breastplate. A small grunt comes from his throat, as he looks to the others, and gives a quick nod. Upon his helmet, a plume shakes with his head. Turning to face your group, they lift one foot to try and run towards you. (Eldarwen's shot: 15+4 = 19. HIT, 2+1=3 points of damage.)

As they begin to move towards you however, the grass climbs from the ground, reaching out to them, and snagging their feet. Not ready for this sudden threat, two of the men are caught, the previously injured one with the plume on his helmet, and his closest companion, who had a cape on his back. The third man however, being unladen with other additions, nimbly dodges the grass, and continues to advance, though the earth makes it difficult to move. (Nimu: Save DC = 15. Saves = 15 (PASS), 6 (FAIL), 13(FAIL).

As Pyres boldly charges forth, he is unable to accurately judge the distance and the time it takes him to close the distance. He is now halfway to the man who was not caught in the grass, and should be able to reach the man shortly.

Herald grabbed his rapier and unlodged it from the womans skull. He turned to face his enemies that were now charging up the hill, and turned to fight his "Friends" that he had traveled with. Now was the time for him to escape, and maybe these people on the hill could help him. He charged up the hill, rapier in hand and tried to get a flank against one of the men now stuck in the entangled spell.

Arhaedielle rose from the earth as the writhing plants ensnared the men in their embrace. One of their number seemed to run free of their grasp, though likely he would soon meet with Pyres steel. The young human appeared almost more alive as the fighting spun around them. The clarity and calm of the mind during combat brought to some a semblance of peace. That she understood, the predator within longed to run free into the thralls of melee.

Breath. Calm. Breath.

Pulling loose her sling and stone her eyes narrowed seeking a target. Two of the treekillers were ensnared by the twisting plants. Of the two, the man with the plumed helmet was already injured, having already felt the sting of one of Eldarwen's arrows. Hunters in the wild targeted the weakest of the herd first. Arhaedielle pulled back the sling and then released, the bullet flying towards the man with the plumed helmet. Her spell would not hold them forever, but she hoped a least they could take out one of them before they broke free.

She turned to Eldarwin and spoke in a language of wind, rain, and starlight; the ancient language of the elves, "El'ahthan linomeh Thalla Om'eni lali'uma nithei" (The plumed treekiller dies first)