Scarface sides with the kid

"Fuck you Lykaios," the broad-shouldered man with the scar that runs from his forehead to his jawline, "Orestes never let us play with his toys until they were just pieces of broken meat. I'm with Quintus here, I want to fuck that tender young ass while she can still feel my cock as I rip into her."

"Not gonna happen Damien," Lykaios doesn't seem surprised by the fact that Scarface is siding against him. He turns slightly towards the other man and cocks an eyebrow in a silent inquiry; the other guard shakes his head slowly as he tries to make sense of the situation.

"I got no beef with any of you." You had been hoping of course that he'd back up the old veteran, but you'll settle for him not getting involved.

"OK boys," Lykaios draws the gladius with his right hand and a heavy-bladed knife in the other tapping the two blades together before he settles into an easy crouch. Quintus draws his blade swiftly in response, but ignores the guard for long enough to leer at Iola.

"Looks like I'm going to get to finally fuck that tight little pussy of yours." Perhaps noticing the flash of emotion in Lykaios' eyes or the dried stain on Iola's thigh he realizes he won't be her first. "Looks like the old man popped your cherry already. Don't worry though, I'll still have you squealing as I fuck you raw." He turns his attention back to Lykaios, "if you're lucky old man I'll let you watch me take her as you bleed out."

Quintus's first attack is fast. Really much quicker and stronger than you thought it would be from a man as young as he looks, Lykaios is ready for the sudden flurry of slices and thrusts, but even so there is a shallow cut on his chest when they pull apart. Quintus continues his taunting as the three men maneuver in the empty hall.

"Damien tells me he likes to fuck asses," It may have been a tactical mistake to remind Lykaios of the other man who had been trying to flank the veteran, unless perhaps the kid was trying to direct some of Lykaios' deadly attention towards the other combatant. "I think I'll try out that tall dark one while he teaches Iola there what her life is gonna be like now that she's not the little princess she thought she was." Quintus's crude jab reminds you that it is your ass (literally) on the line as much as Iola's and you'd better make sure this fight ends the right way.

If Damien and Quintus had ever had the chance to train together their timing might have been better, but as it was Lykaios is able to hold his own against the pair, drawing your knife from inside your sleeve you finally make your move. It's ironic, really that in Scarface's attempts to get behind Lykaios he turned his back almost completely to you; you have been used to be underestimated for years now so you're not surprised, but you do see the irony of it as your blade draws smoothly across the man's throat cutting both his jugular veins and most of his windpipe.

"You see the stunned look of surprise on Quintus's face when he realizes you're not just another woman to fuck, but the look is short-lived because Lykaios takes advantage of the distraction to cut down hard on the young braggart's knife hand and without even pausing, locking his arm and stabbing the dagger four or five times into the little shit's jerking torso.

"I didn't like this kid much when he first came to Orestes," He tells you as he cleans his blades on the back of Quintus' tunic, "Liked him less after I heard what he did, but..." he pauses for effect "...he's OK with me now." Iola you notice doesn't even hesitate when Lykaios offers her his hand, still shocked by the brutality of the fight she lets him lead her away from the scene and through the next hall.

A doorway is concealed behind a panel of carved wood depicting a courtroom trial. As he lifts the panel and sets it to the side, Lykaios turns to you speaking as calmly as if you were about to go out to the market.

"If I were you, Salara, I'd stay out of these catacombs." He raises his hand to stop your protests before they start. "I know you have a history with Orestes, and knowing him like I do I have a pretty good notion of why you hate him so, but you don't have to go down there." His grip on Iola's hand tightens like he is trying to squeeze some sense into her. "Those tunnels are no place for any decent folk, especially not fine looking young women like you two."