Night mission II

"NOW!" Elise drew her bow back and let loose a singular arrow upward into the gate masters surprised face, impaling him right in the eye until the feathers of the arrow were tickling his skin, needless to say he dropped dead straight off the ramparts, the doors to the camp began to close but Sven pathed around the doors and slew the two men at the foot of the gate, one had his hands chopped off in one clean slice and then followed up with an upward slash that teared at his throat, the other stopped what he was doing and went to draw his sword but by the time he drew his vision back to Sven he found the sharpened iron embedded into his throat.

A bell had begun to ring some distance away, the **** would now alert any man still inside to the happenings at the gate, Elise made her way inside, firing arrows at the archers on the wall who also proceeded to return fire. Sven dodged the volleys that were being fired at him, a bandit archer didn't have the best aim so he wasn't too worried for himself, but Elise wasn't as familiar with their attack patterns so he made sure to make himself a target.

A few men were trickling out of their ramshackle houses and tents, fastening their belts and helmets in a rush as they did so, one bandit didn't even have time to draw his sword as Sven closed the distance, cleaving his head straight from his body. Three men were circling him now, all the while he was dodging arrow fire, he was put in a tight spot as the pattern went from blocking the swords blows to then jumping back to dodge the volley of arrows, he didn't have any time to attack but he knew that wouldn't be forever, Elise was picking the archers off one by one, every time he jumped back he would hear an arrow slice into a bandits throat, followed up usually by a bloodied gurgle and the sound of flesh colliding with the hard dirt floor.

Soon enough the arrows stopped flying at him, Sven timed the last attackers thrust and returned his own, a slash that slit the throats of two bandits, the third was about to bring his sword down onto Sven but before he blow could connect, an arrow connected with his temple, he flopped to the floor - dead in an instant.

The remaining bandits had been watching from the sidelines, when they had noticed that no backup was coming and the efficiency to which their fellow bandits had been picked off, they decided to play craven - when Elise dispatched of the last bandit, they tucked tails and ran towards the back entrance. They were tired and unfit for battle, demoralized by their string of defeats and they wanted nothing more to do with this failed band of disreputables.

"Any man that leaves this camp will have his bones crushed and 'delicate parts' fed to the wolves!" A bellowing voice came from a man up high, perched on top of a half wall he peered down at his retreating men, at the mere sound of his voice the men froze in place before turning to regather themselves.

The man that had **** a cowering squadron back into line was big and tough he was probably two feet taller than Sven, a scar traveled down his right eye and than ran in parallel with his mouth, exposing some of his crooked, rotting teeth to the open air. The men were more scared of him than they were of dying, Sven thought as he watched the pale bandits shakily fall back into place.

"A golden AxM for the man that takes their heads, 3 if you taken em alive." He snarled viciously, the men seemed convinced enough by that promise to risk their lives, they began to charge Sven who drew back a little with Elise in tow, they couldn't fight this number in the open where they were, as they ran there were carts littered across the floor, Sven kicked one and sent it crashing into the small crowd on their tail, some of the men went hurtling to the floor while others gave chase, Sven lunged toward the crowd abruptly dispatching of one enemy, they seemed ill prepared for this sudden attack so the crowd jumped back slightly, expecting a follow up of blows they braced themselves, only to find Sven had carried on running, Elise shot an arrow into a bandits face before she too began to run again. The bandits shouted in anger at being tricked and continued to chase.

As the two ran, they noticed that there were men on the other side of the houses trying to box them in, Sven knew he couldn't protect Elise from both angles, just what was he going to do?! Looking to the house ahead of him he had an idea.

"Elise!" She turned to look at him, her eyes scared but wide awake and receptive. "Let me boost you up onto that house!" She nodded, when the pair got to the house with the sloped roof, Sven went to one knee and placed his hands for her to stand on, when she did so he threw her up into the air, landing on top of the one story rustic shack, a few tiles came loose when she landed but for the most part the roof held her weight.

Wasting no time she began to shoot shot after shot at the bandits Sven was dodging and parrying, soon enough the crowd that was looking to box them in was soon approaching from the other end, Sven was having an easy time from one end but from both? Elise picked up her pace as best she could, the initial side was dwindling in numbers now, but she couldn't kill the last of them in time before the secondary side clashed into Sven, causing him to take cuts along his arms and legs.

Sven pushed into a bandit from the initial side and rolled out of the way of a brutal cleave that would have taken his head off, reaching into his pocket as he rolled he pulled out a small bomb, scraping the fuse against a rusted sheet of metal Sven hurled it into the crowd, causing a small explosion that either killed those in its radius or sent them falling to the floor with injuries. Elise wasted no time in picking off those wounded by the blast, neither Sven who was already upon those picking themselves up, slicing their throats or stabbing them through the chest. With the final bandit disposed of, the pair made their way back to the center of the camp to find wherever that big oaf had ran off to.