"What is-" Vishas didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. The death knight had already lopped off his head.
"M-Mortimer?"
The half-elf let the paladin loose. "Come on, we've got to get out of here!"
She got up and after a moment's pause, pulled herself together and rushed over to where her armor had been discarded. She rushed to get it on, and Mortimer helped her to speed it up. Once she was armed and armored, they started toward the door – too late.
A crimson dog leapt onto Mortimer's chest, knocking him down. It snarled viciously as it tried to rip his throat out. His runeblade slipped out of his hand and flew across the room. It was all the death knight could do to keep the dog from tearing into him!
"Not so fast, traitor!" It was Aralin. He had his sword pointed right at Lora. They circled for a moment before he lunged. Lora parried the blow, shoving his weapon aside and counterattacking. Aralin dodged and grabbed the other paladin's wrist. He tried to yank her onto his blade but she again used her own sword to move his. He saw his own weapon moving toward his hand and jumped back, letting the girl go.
Mortimer managed to get a foot under the flailing hound, which he held at arms' length from his chest, and kicked it away. He didn't even get up all the way; the only thing on his mind was getting his weapon back.
The dog, by pure chance, crashed into its own master, knocking him down. It got up again and launched itself at the woman approaching his owner. Lora managed to keep her grip on the weapon, even when she and the dog slammed into the wall. It lunged at her but she got her sword into its throat before it could do anything.
The death knight reached for his blade. "No you don't, undead fiend!" Aralin had gotten back to his feet. He was running, sword raised, toward Mortimer. The half-elf's eyes went wide and he flinched back instinctively.
A blade burst through the Scarlet Crusader's chest – he let out a short yelp, and then slumped lifelessly to the ground.
Lora held her hand out to the death knight. He grabbed his sword and took her hand; she pulled him up, and they made a run for it.