Well, that was enough of a confession to clarify what happened here, Saeth thought to herself. To be honest, though, it didn’t really matter; the one that was attacking them was the enemy, that was what mattered now. (And that he was evil, softly insisted the poet in her.) The Elf threw herself back into the fight, certain that she could fell her wounded and distracted foe.
Quickly realising that they were indeed enemies and this was not some Radu ploy to confuse him Maruc launched himeself at the surprisingly adept fighter. “You won’t surrender will you, foolish Radu. Throw down your sword and you shall have mercy should you wish it!”
Nicolai continued to attack Zweis from the rear. He slashed at the backs of his knees and shoulders, attempting to incapacitate him, but still doing damage.
The brothers fought on with renewed vigor. Antonito was getting sliced up by his brother’s sword, which seemed to cut through his leather armor like butter. Nonetheless, Zweis was surrounded on all sides. Eventually, he succumbed to the accumulation of wounds and collapsed into a heap upon the floor.
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Miklos threaded his way though the carnal house of corpses and the unconscious he caught the sounds of combat from a doorway at the top of the stairs. Miklos swore to himself, he shouldn’t have left on that fools errand. He scrambled up the corpse strewn staircase to the tunnel where the nosies were coming from.