You sweep through.

You slam your sword against that of the guard's, poor swordsmanship if you want to cut the person, but that isn't your goal. The slender elf girl behind the blade is staggered by the attack, letting you reach out and clamp a hand down on her mouth to prevent her crying out. Looking across you can see that Piki has also succeeded in gagging her opponent. Anja sweeps in then behind you both, her red hair seeming to float on its own as she charges her magic, grasping the faces of the struggling Dark Elves she seems to drain away all their strength and will, the pair going slack as you lower them to the floor.

"Ohhh...this armour is such a waste..." Anja pines as you keep alert, checking if anyone heard the brief scuffle.

Reaching down she's already removing the helmet from one of the girls, letting her long white hair spill out before leaning in to kiss her midnight black skin.

"We'll have time to play after." You warn, Anja pouting as she rose.

You've run into two sets of guards so far, both easily dealt with. Dark Elves relied much more on magic than martial skill for warfare, so it had not been too hard to shut them down. Though Anja seemed to have a different viewpoint.

"Girls are wasted on war," she pined, wrapping her arms around Piki and fondling the small harpy again. "Our bodies are so nice when they're soft and we're just so pretty when we're helpless...isn't that right Master?"

You gulp a little a the look she gives you, a pleading stare that invites ravishment. You can't say she's wrong, the thrill of being able to control Anja with her true name, the way Piki begs for your attention...Fighting against women is definitely nowhere near as satisfying as having conquered them.

"We still have a job to finish," you warn, keeping control of yourself. Though you kiss Piki as you finish, enjoying her little mouth and how Anja bristles under the teasing as she isn't given any affection. "There should just be the acolytes left. We can't get too complacent now."