The warforged cursed again as her second bolt hardly harmed her highwayman, this time directing the words towards herself. She was aiming at his torso, and the wind wasn't bad- there was no reason for the bolt to go so far off course, except for her loading her crossbow really badly. Three pointed the business end of her weapon at the floor of the platform, and placed her foot in its cocking stirrup.
Then she heard a loud thump from the field, and glanced down the field. Korlann was in the process of killing her target, but the last bandit had turned to flee. Three refocused on loading the crossbow, and pulled back her drawstring, hoping to have it ready for use before the man was out of range. A fwip of a bow and three thunks from javelins though, and the last bandit had been killed by her six-armed companion.
She finished loading and put the crossbow in its holster, before walking to the edge of the platform to get a better look at the battlefield. Three put her hands on the wall and leaned over, to get a clearer view, and let out a light, “Oh, good.” Three-of-four of the battles they've fought together were without casualties, which is not a ratio to complain about.
Before climbing down the ladder to join her allies, Three gave one last admiring look at the carving Dergosh made in the platform. It was very well done, definitely better than what she could put out.