[Connor hunkers back down and watches passively as she makes quick work of the three men, leaving the one he targeted to face interrogation. She obviously has things under control. He straps the bow back around him before half-leaping, half-falling out of the tree. Though he lands heavily, he straightens right up and gets moving. With a frown at the man on his knees, he stalks past them, heading for the next three soldiers. Looking with his other vision again confirms his suspicion that they've broken into a run at the sound of the scuffle ahead of them.
He is a short ways off but still in sight when he meets them head-on. He continues to oblige Kate's order, using only non-lethal tactics to subdue them.
The first man to tangle with him is knocked hard into a tree and left to slump at its base. The second puts up more of a fight, gets off a shot of his gun (strange looking firearms, Connor thinks, nothing at all like the pistols and muskets he knows), but he eventually finds himself held still, a large arm closed tight over his throat until blackness blooms over his vision.
In the moment it takes Connor to force the second man to pass out, the third turns and makes a dash for his arrow-decorated comrade. Reflexively, Connor retrieves another weapon from the pouches he wears at his waist and casts out a ropedart. The pointed barb catches the man in the muscle of his lower leg and a firm tug trips him up completely, bringing him down before he reaches Kate and the kneeling soldier.]
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He is a short ways off but still in sight when he meets them head-on. He continues to oblige Kate's order, using only non-lethal tactics to subdue them.
The first man to tangle with him is knocked hard into a tree and left to slump at its base. The second puts up more of a fight, gets off a shot of his gun (strange looking firearms, Connor thinks, nothing at all like the pistols and muskets he knows), but he eventually finds himself held still, a large arm closed tight over his throat until blackness blooms over his vision.
In the moment it takes Connor to force the second man to pass out, the third turns and makes a dash for his arrow-decorated comrade. Reflexively, Connor retrieves another weapon from the pouches he wears at his waist and casts out a ropedart. The pointed barb catches the man in the muscle of his lower leg and a firm tug trips him up completely, bringing him down before he reaches Kate and the kneeling soldier.]