As I said, the action scenes are different for Darwin. He runs away and causes chaos a lot, so you won’t get tons of head-t0-head battles. That’s just not his style. So, I hope this gives you a decent idea of how he operates. Also that Darwin just can’t catch a break in his adventure.
Too panicked to think clearly, Darwin is unable to escape Zynth and the guards, who are slowed by the citizens. The halfling shouts his spells over his shoulder, but he cannot figure out how to aim without looking and always puts random people to sleep. His wand of angry growls is gripped tightly in one hand, which is constantly swinging. Everything from wagons to a terrified woman’s shoe unleash rage-filled noises, which startle the nervous populace. The chaos helps Darwin weave through the legs of the taller people, who unwittingly get in the way of the guards. For a second, the halfling thinks he hears Zynth shouting for the citizens to go inside, but the elf’s voice is drowned out by an entire building growling in fury. He risks glancing over his shoulder and yelps at how close the guards are since he is slowing down. Screaming sleep at the top of his lungs, Darwin knocks out two of the pursuing soldiers and twelve bystanders. Three of his victims fall into Zynth’s path and he lands hard on his face with his fingers grazing his target’s leg.
Scared by the faint contact, Darwin sprints away with the determined guard scrambling after him while trying to get to his feet. Coming to an intersection, the halfling runs for a corner only to spot a spearman waiting. He makes a sudden turn and heads for the other side of the street in time to narrowly avoid getting caught. Ducking under a flying tackle from Zynth, Darwin veers away from a woman swinging a sticky net. Her weapon catches the elf by the arm and he is yanked back at the same time she is pulled off-balance. Both guards collapse into heaps while the halfling tries to go back the way he came. Seeing more soldiers heading his way, he closes his eyes and windmills his arms as if throwing his sleep spells. Every shout knocks out a handful of people until those still standing are tripping over the slumbering forms.
Hearing a booted footstep behind him, Darwin snaps out of his attacking and blindly runs away. He hears a muttered curse from whoever had tried to catch him, which is followed by the crack of the person breaking their nose on the ground. Unwilling to look back, he charges into the thickening crowd and moves among their legs as if they were a tightly packed forest. Women scream whenever he scrambles beneath their skirts and men stomp if they notice him getting too close. A guard hiding within the crowd nearly grabs Darwin, but a puff of fur hits him in the face to become an angry ferret. The terrified warrior shrieks and flails, which creates enough space for the halfling to get by and dive between two chuckling elves. He continues to crawl and slip his way through the citizens, whose curiosity at the noises is helping him gain some distance from the guards. There are still shouts for people to grab a suspicious halfling, but the confusion makes it impossible for anyone to know who they are talking about. A few bystanders who try to catch Darwin are put to sleep the instant they make contact. The spell always go wider than he intends and several of the people standing nearby collapse along with the real target.
To his surprise, the halfling abruptly comes out of the crowd and finds himself in an open park. The green grass and trees seem out of place among the buildings until he spots a river flowing out of the ground. A white marble cap covers the opening and he notices matching slabs running along the sides, each one topped with a railing. Mesmerized by the curious sight, he wanders over to the edge and gazes into the water. Large catfish can be seen beneath the surface and one rises up to spit at the halfling. The force is enough to knock Darwin away from the railing a second before he hears a metal ping. Unsure if he really heard the noise, the halfling turns to head back to the buildings, but pauses when an object bounces against his heel. Glancing at the ground, he finds a feathered dart embedded in the dirt where his foot had been a moment earlier.
“You are under arrest!” a voice bellows.
“This one is mine, Wendell!” a woman snaps from the other direction.