Vedette was taking her steps carefully, backtracking their way back to their original party. The men were far enough off that they likely had no idea anything was wrong. For her part she was trying not to turn around and face what came. Of course, in her human form she was careful, but the urge to turn and change was hard to ignore. So hard that her steps slowed and then the bells rang out. Ulbarich was running now and Vedette matched his pace. The urging of the men kept her moving, faster and faster. They were making too much noise now, giving their position away, but so were the bandits. Their bells ringing loudly. Calls to arms and to run. Those bandits were making more noise, yelling and the sounds of dying. Orcs were crying out now too.
Vedette pulled another arrow and nocked it, careful as she was running. She was ready. Ulbarich seemed ready too. From the sounds of it they may just run right into madness or madness was going to catch them. Someone dropped out of a tree beside them and Vedette stopped long enough to see the bandit and put the arrow in his chest. Then another, and then she was moving again.
"If the other men hear this they're going to be moving too. We have to stop them. They cannot run out into this."
Vedette nocked another arrow and kept after Ulbarich. Her pace more frantic. The smell was getting stronger, the sound was getting louder. How many were there? How many orc would show up to fight a bunch of bandits? Did they hope to find patrols, or had they been after the supplies stolen?