-==# Sergeant Kylon #==-
It looked as though another had decided to join the fray on the side of the guards, as Kylon caught the burly-looking elf out of the corner of his eye. He seemed weathered and hardy, one who knew his way around a blade and a bar brawl, so as long as he didn't get any ideas about turning on the guards at the last minute, the sergeant wasn't one to turn his help away. Especially after him commenting, "Tch only one for each of us... pity." Simply shaking his head, a grim smile playing on his lips, Kylon kept his attention towards the two attackers in front of him, trusting his boys (as much as he could anyhow) to keep up their defensive line and for these rogues to slip around and hamstring the ruffians from behind.
He eyed one of the mercenaries hefting a war axe from the table and start to barrel over to engage Reynolds, who was already besieged by a rather large and sodding drunk bruiser with a longsword, and made to intercept him, but saw that the Dalish who was in the room before had gotten his bearings back and caught the thug for him. Feeling that it was best to leave that single brute to the elf for the time being, Kylon focused on holding the line he'd established, parrying with his dual weapons and delivering strikes with the blunt ends to minimize damage.
Seeing a potential flaw in the group of drunks, Kylon shouted over the action to his boys, "Sayveen! Reynolds! Cut them down the middle!" He then took the lead with his longsword, spearheading a maneuver that split the opposing force neatly in half. The guards were surrounded, but as long as they kept their shields up and faced forward, they took the brunt of the opposition while giving the rogues a chance to encircle and destroy them from the rear. Kylon himself took the center of the action, drawing most of the attention to himself and away from the lighter members. With practiced movements born from several confrontations like this, he flourished and pivoted, taking each aggressor on with quick, tight and precise movements, enough to parry the attack and deliver one of his own that would force them to back up and give him room for the next assault. His boys did their fair share of shield work, as well, providing a solid line to protect their sergeant with when things got too hairy on either side.
Delivering a shattering pommel strike to the shoulder of one of the brigands, Kylon was about to turn around and engage another one when the leader appeared, hefting a large warhammer, and struck him a glancing blow to the chest, knocking the wind out of him and dropping him to one knee. Winded and dazed, Kylon thought he was about to have his head splattered against the large maul, when a shield suddenly entered the picture and knocked the thug down to the ground a second time.
Looking over, Kylon saw Sayveen looking rather smug as he started to gloat, "Heh, not so tough now, are ye, ya mercenary scu-"
Kylon knocked the fool to the ground just as a crossbow quarrel flew right into the space where his head was barely two seconds before. Leaping off the ground, Kylon spied the archer in the back, away from the action, drew the steel dagger from his boot, and threw it with aim that surprised even him right into the thug's shoulder, dropping him like a stone to the floor and crying out in pain. His eyes then looked down at Sayveen with a cross expression.
"You have time to crow, Sayveen you worthless stripling, then you have time to duck! Get your head in the game, boy, and keepit in there!"
Leaving the shaken guard to get up on his own, Kylon took up his position beside Reynolds and continued to hold the line. Spying one of the brutes dead out of the corner of his eye, he ran down the facts. Two out of commission, leaving four of these undesirables left. Bloody fantastic.
-==# Raiziv Carvi #==-
"You'll have to work hard to get even one from me, friend"
Raiziv kept his eyes on the six armored men in front of him barely acknowledging the other elf's words those two hanging back are definitely archers he thought eyes narrowing slightly we need to take those out first otherwise they'll pick us off while we're dealing with the other four
"Oy girl" he called trying to catch the his only female ally's attention before she moved too far away "I'm gonna try to take one of those two in the back out first, think you can take the other one out? "
Without waiting for a reply, he began moving towards the nearest archer when suddenly his path was blocked by a wall. A moving wall, made up of plate armor and muscle wielding a two handed sword, aw hell . Raiziv quickly brought his swords up, catching the larger blade in the middle of its downward swing; he grunted faintly as the human's powerful swing reverberated through his entire body. The human smirked down at the elf, pushing against the crossed blades blocking his swords path. Raiziv in turn planted his feet and put all of his strength into shoving his blades upwards forcing them into a deadlock. The human, realizing he wouldn't be able to break through the elf's defense by simply pushing, began hammering away at the crossed blades. Raiziv grit his teeth holding his own against his opponent's powerful blows.
Raiziv glanced at the two rival archer's and swore as one almost killed one of the city guards. I hate leaving this up to someone else, but I guess I'll have to leave it up to the girlRaiziv thought as he turned all of his attention towards looking for an opening in the human's defense while keeping the man from cleaving his face in two.
Raiziv finally spotted an opening when the human raised his sword high, preparing to use a pommel strike, leaving his torso and lower body exposed. The elf quickly brought his foot up and slammed it into his opponent's knee forcing the human to lose his balance. Not giving his opponent a chance to recover Raiziv went on the offense. The mercenary did his best to block the elf's blows as he was forced backwards, but for every blow he blocked another one blow landed. The relentless attack continued until the human tripped over a chair and went sprawling backwards. Raiziv jammed a blade into his downed opponent's chest through a gap in the man's plate armor and the other through his opponent's throat.
I do hope you weren't expecting to arrest all of them" he called to the leader of the city guards as he pulled his swords free.
Sudden movement out of the corner of his eye combined with the pain of a crossbow bolt being buried into his shoulder reminded him that his now deceased opponent hadn't been alone. He'd had friends, friends who shouldhave been otherwise occupied.
"DAMMIT!" Raiziv growled as he ducked down, ignoring the hunk of wood sticking out of his shoulder, to grab the dagger hidden in his boot and threw it at the archer. It didn't it it's intended target, the bastards throat, but it did bury itself deep into the other man's shoulder. "I hate archers"
-==# Kaytaryn Desmarais #==-
Kayt's movement came to a sudden halt as a shadow seemed to engulf her. Glancing up, she discovered one of the broad-shouldered muscular brutes had stepped into her path. Maker's horny helm, he's as big as the city wall! she thought, wishing desperately that they were in a wide open space so that she could shoot from range. And a dual wielder.Kayt sighed inwardly. She was adequate with her blade, enough to at least protect her own skin in most cases, but there was no doubt that with the bow she was an expert. This close to him, face to face, she'd not stand a chance …
Time for some creative thinking, she realized as he gave her a lascivious leer, a lecherous chuckle and began spinning his weapons in his hands as he prepared to engage. As he did this, his eyes focused solely on her own, she slowly shifted her blade to her left hand, reaching behind herself with the right to grasp one of the arrows from her quiver. She then began testing him to determine what weaknesses, if any, he might have. She shifted to her left first and then lunged slightly to her right. His responses were only slightly hesitant, not so much that she could ignore him, but just enough that she might be able to use it to her advantage. As she prepared to move again, shifting to the balls of her feet so that she could move quickly, she was distracted by the whooshing sound of a crossbow bolt that flew by rather close and thunked into the wooden wall behind her opponent. Oh great, they have crossbows!
Kayt vaguely heard Kylon shouting orders at his men behind her while she focused on the man in front of her. After his words, however, she could sense that the sergeant must be doing something that was a bit more spectacular for she noted that her opponent became increasingly distracted. He was still looking at her, as focused as he could be given his current state of inebriation, but every few seconds or so, she observed his eyes dart away for the briefest of moments before returning to her.
It's like watching the animals, she thought as she gauged when he might lash out with his first strike. Watch the eyes, observe the slightest of changes in movement as muscles bunch and release, know your opponent and he will show you what he intends to do ….Kayt could hear Andaer's instructions echoing through her head from years gone by. Narrowing her gaze, she suddenly saw it. Darting quickly, she side-stepped around him, spinning and moving behind him quickly as he reached out with his daggers.
He grunted angrily, noticing belatedly as he moved that he had missed her. Turning, he growled as he spotted her, and lunged at her again.
Kayt was more than prepared this time. Side-stepping again, her movement quick and sure, she swept her leg out and assisted him in losing his already precarious balance. He landed on the floor with a loud crash. As she dropped to her knees to completely incapacitate the man, she heard another thunk in the wall nearby. Before she could refocus her attention on the man lying before her, she heard a male voice growl out angrily, "DAMMIT! I hate archers!" Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed an elf, the newcomer who had joined them, as he struggled to remove a bolt from his shoulder.
Kayt placed her arrow between her teeth for the moment, shifted her dagger to her right hand and flipped it pommel down, swinging downwards to hit the skull in a manner designed to knock him unconscious. She heard him groan, felt his body become dead weight, and only then did she sheath her dagger and rise to her feet. In the same motion, she reached for her bow, took the arrow from her lips and nocked it. Before her first shot had gone far, she retrieved another missile, releasing it almost immediately after the first. Both shots hit home - one in the eye, one in the neck. Combined with the dagger in his shoulder, the attacker didn't stand a chance.
As Kayt had lined up her first shots, she noted a second archer standing nearby the first. Satisfied that her first target was out of commission, she set her sights on the second, quickly releasing another two shots, with equally deadly results.
She took a step in the direction of the archers, but could not move as she felt a hand surround her ankle. Glancing down, already shifting her bow in her hands, she quickly unhooked the bowstring from the bow tip at both ends, slammed the end of the bow into the back of the now semi-conscious man's skull for good measure (bloody oaf is too damned big!), then used the bowstring to truss him up, all the while grumping, "Andraste's flaming ass, don't you idiots know when to quit?"
-==# Lairentes #==-
The Dalish watched the action in a daze, his head spinning from the recent blows he had suffered. He wobbled a bit in the corner as he tried to stand, keeping his focus centered on the action. The guards were fighting bravely, hacking and slashing at whatever they could with little finesse, but a valiant effort nonetheless. The city elf was quick thinking, and knew how to exploit his opponent. And the woman with the image of the fox on her had already dispatched the two archers, which definitely said something for her speed. Damn. I'm outmatched. That's a first.
The two archers were dispatched quickly, with two other thugs dead and one currently being beaten into unconciousness, and everything looked well. Lairentes was about to calm down when he noticed the leader, the thick-headed idiot struggle up to stand tall and proud again, having already taken two blows that knocked him off his feet.
The leader of the Crimson Oars roared out and rushed the door, heading for the opening that was created when the city guard Sayveen had rushed over to assist Kylon. The other guard, Reynolds, tried to stop him but the leader swung his warhammer in a wide arc and Reynolds only had time to block the blow with his shield, being pushed back by the force of the attack. The leader was able to charge out into the main room, and Lairentes cursed. "I'll get him!"
The elf stumbled out after the Oar, doing his best to run in his dizzy state. The serving girl from before was hiding behind the bar, shuddering with fear as she saw the Oar leader again. He flashed her a toothy grin before starting his run towards the door, his path unhindered by customers and patrons alike. Lairentes rushed after him, getting ready to lunge for his fleeing legs in case the leader was going to outrun him. In this state, that was probably likely.
And then the unbelievable happened. From behind a table emerged the stout form of Edwina, and before Lairentes could blink she was there at the door, barring access to the Oar leader. "Now, ye may have beaten Kylon, but yer not gonna get past me!" The leader didn't even take notice of her, preparing to swing his warhammer and be done with the angry old missus, but the Dalish wasn't going to let that pass. He quickly stretched his arm back and flipped his dagger in his hand, preparing to throw it at the back of the leader.
Now, Lairentes was no master knife-thrower, but the Oar leader was very large and the Dalish just had to hit something to stun him. The elf quickly hurled the blade at the mercenary, and was rewarded with the Oar crying out in pain and stumbling over in his charge, crashing down to the ground as a shiny knife stuck out of his waist. Edwina gave a satisfied grunt and spat down upon the leader, walking over to the bar with an air of command. "City guard ain't worth a damn... could defend this place by meself. Hmph."
The Crimson Oar tried to reach for his warhammer in his pain, but all he got for his troubles was a hard boot slamming down onto his palm. The Dalish knelt down in front of the leader, and gave him a small smile. "Well, you've had your fun, sire. I think we're done here." He kicked the leader in the face and stood up, hollering to the sergeant and slurring his words a bit. "I got him, Kylon!"