Feldard braced for combat, and he positioned himself to face the lead attacker. Suddenly, just as the man was almost within striking distance he was stabbed in the back by one of his own! The dwarf had little time to ponder this strange occurence, as there were 4 others charging directly behind!
Maruc was at the dwarf’s side. With very little time to think, all the cleric could do form his position was to defend himself as best he could. Unhooking his flail he rounded on the first assailant to enter striking distance. As he grunted with the effort of swinging his flail he absently ticked off the Torenescu from the Veiled Society conspiracy and added Theosius to his list of puppet masters. “Mighty Halav! Aid my hand in casting these ignorant fools from this world!” He launched with fervour into the attack.
Although while passing through the streets was Miklos was being watchful, it never really prepared him for the assault. Fortunately, he was in a position to recover his wits and calm his mind for spell casting. Quckly ascertaining that the the defendants behind them would be quickly overwhelmed by the superior numbers, Miklos decided that they would benefit most from aid.
“Seath, Feldard! Aid Maruc, I will support our friends down there.” Miklos spoke urgently.
Saeth hoped that Feldard and Maruc could hold the northern groups, even for a short time. “T–” No, no sense in giving the others any information they might not have, “Statesman! To me!” She spun around alongside Miklos, knowing that they had to get their charge out of this sack.
But there was no time! The hooded men charging from the north tried to circumvent the beggar army and charged full speed toward Simion Torenescu. One of the vagabond allies fell, his throat sliced wide by enemy sword.
Again the cool night air thickened with the greasy metalic tang of magic. The flickering lamplight seem to Miklos to dim and twist as he threaded the arcane forces with his will. He recalled the gestures automatically and with a jolt like the recoil of a bow he lauched his spell at the group of thugs to the south just as they were almost upon him.
All five of the charging thugs fell over like dominoes on top of each other as they slipped into a deep magical sleep.
Meanwhile, like their fellows to the north, the men charging from the south attempted to run directly past the vagabond bodyguards to strike directly at Torenescu. Three of them were cut off by the beggars, forcing Saeth to take on two foes at once.
Maruc, Feldard and one of Dimitrios’s men, closed ranks around their escort, each taking on two men as the closest group of hooded attackers tried to get past them. They were clearly there to on a mission of assassination. The vagabond leader grunted and fell as he was stabbed by one of the purple-hooded thugs, leaving 4 opponents for the dwarf and cleric, not counting the 2 hoods who appeared to be locked in combat with each other. Make that 3! Maruc’s flail cracked against hooded skull, felling another of the Veiled.
She tried to wade forward, swinging her great blade, and hoped that the trailing vagabonds would decimate the attackers from behind. Sadly, their combat training was tragically inadequate, and although they fought bravely, it was clear they were outmatched. Two more of their number fell, leaving only six of the original ten.
Saeth was closest to Simion, and he was clearly the focus of the attack. Largely thanks to Miklos’s spell, only two of the Veiled managed to break through the ranks. The elven swordswoman took them both on and paid a small price for it when one of the men’s swords penetrated her defenses.
Having held his ground to cast his spell, Miklos was the only one besides Simion not directly engaged in the battle. He quickly surveyed the battle. Eleven hooded men remained, but two of them were occupied fighting each other. The larger of the two was wounded, and the other seemed oddly familiar.