They have to play to their strengths. They're both handy enough with their weapons but neither of them are going to be able to take enough damage to hold up if the tide of this turns against them. He needs to make sure Pom doesn't lose it, that they can keep Purl from being hurt for long enough to get to her, and preferably make sure not a single one of these bandits makes it out of this cave alive.
Tav crouches, putting his fingertip to the dust on the floor of the cave. He outlines a quick set of tactics - they split up, flank the group from both sides. Tav creates a diversion while Pom heads in to get Purl, and then once they know she's safe...
Well, that much can be left to Pom himself, Tav is quite sure.
The half-drow chews his lip slightly. With the clock ticking, they don't have the time to sit here and debate. He tilts his head towards the cavern ahead.]
[Tav gets no debate at all; Pom accepts the tactics as presented, nodding before he's on the move for his part. Despite the metal on his boots, he slides along one side of tunnel, stalking in the shadows along the earthen wall like a predatory beast. Though he puts on a colorful facade most of the time, his voice as loud as his attire, he can be apparently be silent as the grave when he needs to be. It's not the behavior of someone trying to be quiet when they're unaccustomed to it, but the precise movement of someone trained in such methods.
He stops once he's near the party holding Purl, waiting for Tav to create an opening, his hand poised around him to grab his knife upon the signal.]
[The opening does not take long and is very obvious when it does. With a small gesture of his hand and a whispered word, darkness falls across most of the cavern. The bandits cry out in alarm, scrambling for weapons that they can't find in the inky blackness, and in his careful placement of his spell Tav had left a path around the edge of the area open for Pom to move around and snatch Purl away.
It's not a perfect plan, but neither of them are built for extended close combat and Tav would rather have this be over quickly.
He has a feeling they're going to be sorry they ever touched Purl by the time Pom is done wih them...]
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They have to play to their strengths. They're both handy enough with their weapons but neither of them are going to be able to take enough damage to hold up if the tide of this turns against them. He needs to make sure Pom doesn't lose it, that they can keep Purl from being hurt for long enough to get to her, and preferably make sure not a single one of these bandits makes it out of this cave alive.
Tav crouches, putting his fingertip to the dust on the floor of the cave. He outlines a quick set of tactics - they split up, flank the group from both sides. Tav creates a diversion while Pom heads in to get Purl, and then once they know she's safe...
Well, that much can be left to Pom himself, Tav is quite sure.
The half-drow chews his lip slightly. With the clock ticking, they don't have the time to sit here and debate. He tilts his head towards the cavern ahead.]
Ready?
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He stops once he's near the party holding Purl, waiting for Tav to create an opening, his hand poised around him to grab his knife upon the signal.]
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It's not a perfect plan, but neither of them are built for extended close combat and Tav would rather have this be over quickly.
He has a feeling they're going to be sorry they ever touched Purl by the time Pom is done wih them...]