The fight was incredibly brief. Halatir dodged the first swing of a hookblade, and kicked the elf into a wall. As his foe struggled to recover, Halatir jumped full length on top of him, stabbing as he did so. When he arose from the bloody floor, the body he left behind didn’t move.
Liang has not been idle either. He’d managed to halt the initial assault of the second assassin, his Ji sweeping back and forth to keep the strange elf at bay, when Halatir tackled the assassin to the ground from the back. The two crashed to the ground, overturning a table. After several seconds of struggling, there was a sharp crack as Halatir’s fist connected with the strange elf’s jaw, below the ear.
Dusting off his knuckles, Halatir looked bemused. ”They must have struggled all this way, through a storm and several feet of snow, for who knows how long, just for this.” He sheathed his sword, still chuckling. ”We’d best get this one to the captain.” He nudged the unconscious body on the floor. ”Shall I take him, or you? One of us must stand guard.”