For the Syndicate!

You leap forward with your blades ready to engage, you know you guys are completely out numbered but many of these Rathkin soldiers aren't trained very well. Most of them are just random men that were **** to fight for their kingdom. You knew you could easily take on a tiny army of them on. Having Ashe and Claire by your side made you feel that much more confident.

Your short sword immediately thrusts into one of the guards but he parries your attack, knocking your blade up. It allows you to do a quick side step from his follow up attack and end his life almost instantly. You have no time to take a break though as three more guards are right behind that one, rushing towards you with their swords and bucklers ready.

To your right you hear a loud grunt as you're assuming Claire or Ashe killed a guard or two on their own. You dodge and weave a few more attacks, quickly taking out another guard in the process. His corpse falls flat to the ground and you accidentally stumble over his body, slightly tripping over yourself. One of the Rathkin warrior's swords slashes toward your chest. You're able to maneuver yourself backwards a tiny bit so the blade just scratches the surface of your skin, your cloth shirt rips open as a small light trail of blood appears down your chest. "Ughh.." you wince as you back step a few paces, trying to gain some distance from the swarm of guards.

"Ahhh fuck!" Ashe let's out as her sword gets knocked out from her grasp. It appears part of her hand got sliced hard, you glance over and see a splatter of blood down the front of her outfit, her right hand bleeding fairly bad. "Shit!" you move over in her direction as you bow and weave through another guard, slicing into his side with ****, causing him to fall to the ground.

Another loud grunt happens behind you as you hear steel fall to the ground and echo through the air. Appears Claire is holding her own rather easily. As you get closer to Ashe who is slightly backing away from two guards, you tumble her direction, picking up an extra short sword off the ground from one of the dead guards "Ashe! Catch!" you throw it the fifteen feet as she turns her body and catches the blade with her left hand. As she does, you see more blood dripping heavily all across her right hand. "Is she missing a finger...?" you question yourself as you can't focus on that right now.