"Nice sticks."
They chuckled and moved closer. An easy picking, it looked like. Ziann sprung into action and cast a simple spell. "Wind Make: Spring!" Placing his ring finger to his palm in his signature casting form, he willed a small ball of wind into existence and threw it at the ground. He jumped onto it and used it to catapult himself five meters into the air. He soared over the heads of the bandits and landed safely past them and kept running. "Bye!" As he ran back into the streets, he nearly tripped over someone lurking nearby. "Better get moving, unfriendlies inbound!" Not giving the person a chance to react, Ziann pushed them in front of him and began to get out from the way of the bandits with the nail branches.
When it finally looked like the bandits and the nobles' Knights had been lost, Ziann took stock of the situation and examined the person he had been pushing to run away. He slicked back his long hair out of his eyes and extended a shaky hand. Not shaky from fear, but from excitement and manic energy. "The name's Ziann. Ziann Weiss. I just saved your life. And you are?"
Mana: 472/500 (-28 Wind Make: Spring)