Running was best. Between the both of them they could easily over come the bandits, but Four would rather avoid that. Even if there was a small chill in his hearts over that voice and stance that his older self had taken. There was experience there...he tightened down his mind, keeping his thoughts safe for the moment.

While the bandits recivered, Four followed Ten. Silence between them until they were bear to where they had separated. Resting against a tree he started to carefully pluck the arrow out of his hat. "That was quite a show you put out on there, old man. Very frightening. Sounded, almost real."