After Thyra takes her shot, Karl will charge the most dangerous-looking bandit at the front of the group with his Vanguard's shortsword and activate it's power. If possible, he'll Divine Challenge the same target.
Karl kneels in the shadows of a great tree, encased in his ebon plate from head to toe, shield ready on his arm, enchanted sword held behind the shield so that the glow of its runes would not give him away before his time. The dying sun splashed streaks of red through the forest, and he prayed silently, casting his prayers out to the Raven Queen on the dying light.
Raven Queen, I pray to You in consecration of my service to You...
In Your name, I am the shield on Your arm, defending those who's fate is not yet come...
In Your name, I am the blade in Your hand, bringing death to the deserving...
In Your name, let the ice of winter fill my veins, and I will fight with the fury of the northern blizzard...
Touching the crimson symbol of the Raven Queen, Karl continued his prayers. He could feel that these adventures were changing him. the healing lessons he had learned as an initiate felt further and further away each day, and each morning his armor was just a little bit easier to bear, a more natural part of him. He felt that the powers he called upon from the Raven Queen were changing as well, and he could only hope that these changes were a sign of Her approval and regard.
Sounds from ahead alerted him, and his lips stopped moving, torchlight bobbed in the deepening shadows in the distance, and he felt the icy coldness he had prayed for fill him. It was time.