Well, so much for cutting themselves out to the south, thought Saeth. Nonetheless, Saeth changed directions twice in quick succession, reaching up one arm to shove Simion into the sheltered corner formed between herself and the line of allies facing northward, then back towards her foes, determined at least to hold them off until the dwarf could finish things up on his front and turn his axe to this final group. Not knowing Miklos was out of spells, she hoped the youth could keep going with his sorceries—he seemed as effective as the rest of the bodyguard combined.
Miklos pulled Simion with him pulled his dagger out, and prepared to defend himself and Simion as best he could against any assailants. He knew he had no time to read spells directly from his book. If only he could hold more than one spell in his head! With their backs against the wall of a closed storefront, the mage and the statesman were protected from being attacked from the rear. Miklos hoped his friends would be able to hold off the assault.
The two Veiled men continued fighting one another in the alleyway near Feldard and Maruc. It was a classic battle of speed versus muscle. The quicker one had landed the first blow with a surprise backstab, but the larger man’s armor prevented the strike from being fatal.
Maruc turned his attention to the attacker on his right. He could make out two of the Veiled were fighting each other. So there was a mole amongst the VS! Yes Halav was guiding them wisely. All he needed to do now was survive long enough to find out why. He sidestepped another blow and sent a flailing riposte at the man on his right. He risked a glance around to see what was happening behind him. Good. Saeth and Miklos were looking after the Torenescu. Feldard looked firece and Maruc was glad to have the stout Dwarf beside him. Thrusting his shield to block a thrust from the man to his left, he failed to duck under a wild blow that ripped into him from the right. Argh! The battle was far from over.
Feldard grimaced, as he too felt metal dig deep into his side. Adrenalin suppressed the pain and the dwarf’s battle axe chunked hard into the torso of one of his opponents. The other, seeing he was outmatched by the brawny dwarf, fled away down the street.
Feldard looked around to find a new foe, and was shocked to see one of the hooded men remove his mask. It was Nicolai! He was the one who was battling the Veiled leader! Nicolai, with his hood removed, quickly slashed again into the man he had learned was Skevlos, the missing renter of the butcher Turano’s guest house. This Skevlos was proving to be a formidable opponent. Though Nicolai had landed two solid blows with his short sword, the man fought on!
Meanwhile, across the other side of the battle, another beggar was felled. Their numbers reduced by half, the vagabonds decided to run. This cleared the way for two of the Veiled to break through the ranks and attack Simion directly. Only Miklos and his dagger stood in the way.
Saeth, closest to the men couldn’t help for she had two opponents of her own. As she deftly dodged her opponents’ attacks, her sword arced through the air at one of them. His neck sliced apart, the man went down in a heap. She prayed to Immortal Ilsundal that Miklos and Simion would be able to defend themselves for a few moments more.
[Feldard has 3 hp left, Maruc 1 hp (!), Saeth 4 hp – there are 7 remaining men, 3 of whom are wounded]