Rush them!

You reach quietly into you bandolier and remove the small black fox mask that you don in your public guise as the elusive midnight fox. You tie is securely and the transition from a foppish landless noble to the elusive Midnight Fox was made as you cinch the knot, a persona that the town feared and admired in equal measure. You grinned beneath the mask feeling a sudden, galvanising surge of confidence as with a whisper of steal you drew your twin sabres in a practiced fluid motion.

You kicked the rusty sewer gate open and launched yourself from the tunnel mouth with the silent momentum of a predator, pivoting deftly on the damp stone, your boots sure on the wet grimy stones at the foot of the mouth. The two guards didn't even have time to turn their heads before you were upon them, a whirlwind of black fabric and flashing silver.

Your fists pumped and your sabre pommels landed on temples, the first two guards falling before they could react.

“Alarum!” Yelled the third guard a moment before you felled him. Then you were of and running through the winding mazelike back alleys, footfalls silent on cobbles as you sprinted. You hear more calls of alarm as the other town guards converge on the three guards you had just dispatched.