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Before Blossom could realize what was happening, Ephraim was running at Large, spear drawn. Metal crashed into metal, and Ephraim's spearhead dragging against his opponent's weapon seemed to literally draw sparks of friction. Ephraim meant business. Ghis, the large man that smelled vaguely of ale that she had met before, was easily handling a pair of Halberdiers on his own front. Blossom started forward, ready to help Ephraim, who seemed to be outnumbered three to one now, but before she could, a rather noticeable occurrence took her attention. A rather pretty musical tune was playing from somewhere behind her and to the left, and by the time Blossom had turned her head, a Myrmidon had been beheaded and arms amputated, bleeding onto the cobblestones.

Then she heard the rush of fabric coming towards her, Blossom barely reacting in time to parry his strike, her boots unable to get enough grip on the street. A swift kick to the side sent her skidding back a few yards. She was able to react again in time to deflect the brunt of his blow, but the sharp blade still pierced through her vest and cut into the soft flesh of her side, enough to draw blood, but not be a true worry. He had certainly gotten better at fighting, whatever had been done to him with the darkening; his movements were faster, more ruthless. He was fully committed to drawing blood in any way, and as Blossom saw it, even if it meant getting hurt himself. She had managed to get in a few decent strikes, though nothing that was capable of even slowing him down before a strong strike from his sword was enough to literally send the lightweight flying. Blossom tried to do something, anything to recover, but then her back crashed into something very hard and very solid, and as her head began to pound, the rumbling all around her elicited a loud, terrified scream ripping out of her throat.

It was abruptly cut off by the rumble and crash of the charred stone wall falling over her, burying her under the heavy debris.

[[Ah, don't worry, if you are. I don't exactly plan on killing her. :P" Though I get the feeling her fighting, at least for this event, has been cut short. Poor kid.]]

Ganon had switched to his mandolin and began to play a song to give his comrades strength when he saw Blossom take a hit from Abel. The straps flew off his shoulder, dropping both instruments to the ground. He could repair them if they were damaged, but Blossom? His talons pounded at the stony street as he rushed toward the wall, only to gasp with horror when it collapsed. He immediately began to pull enormous rocks off of the pile, flinging them back indiscriminately-- but mostly at Abel-- as he tried to dig her out.


Clang, Chickenwire, and Large all smirked as Ephraim tried to prepare, and then Chickenwire shouted, "Let's go, boys!" to a resounding clash as Clang beat his sword on his shield. Chickenwire moved first, quickly spinning and throwing out a Tomahawk from his belt, which bounced off Ephraim's spear and arced around, its light enchantment dragging it back toward its owner even as Clang lunged forward and for his part attempted to stun Ephraim with his shield while the Lord was still recovering from the thrown axe. Large bolted straight at Ephraim's back, then lunged and smashed his shoulder against the prince's back, sweeping in a circle and bringing his blade down only to find that the prince was a lot lighter than he looked.

The swordmaster smirked as he landed, swinging his blade out and then raising it to point at Ephraim. "Feh, all that way just from me?" He grinned at Clang and Chickenwire, and all three charged like bulls.

[Break 'em up, get somebody on each one of them. :V Get reinforcements~]

Blossom was curled up in a bleeding, bruised heap underneath the burned stones that had fallen on top of her tiny frame, blood trickling out of the corner of her mouth. Sharp edges of rock had torn little chunks away from her sleeves, vest, and the hem of her skirt, and bruises lined her arms and the exposed parts of her thighs, presumably also on her chest and stomach. A rather large one had painted itself across her exposed cheek, the other pushed against the cobblestones. Her left wrist was bent at an unnatural angle, blood seeping onto the ground, with a few other heavy cuts on her arms, one across her thigh, cutting through her stocking, and across the bridge of her nose. Blue-grey eyes were closed in pain, chest rising and lowering in quick, shallow breaths, lips slightly parted. She was alive, at least. Conscious? Doubtful. She didn't react as Ganon started to pull the stones off of her body, silent and unmoving against the cobblestones.

Chad, while dazed, was fortunate enough that he was able to bring his dagger up in enough time to block the latest swing of the merc's sword. Suddenly the merc stopped in pain Chad noticing Alihi standing behind where the soldier was with blood on her sword a little nod from both of them and she was off to help Ephraim. Pushing the Merc Chad swiftly rose to his feet, blood seeping from his nose and his side. A quick glance around revealed three more soldiers advancing on him, pushing him into a corner. Normally he wouldn't of been to worried, but the wound to his side was going to slow him down a fair bit and he didn't quite have the strength to excuse his loss of speed. Readying his killing edge into a defensive stance, he waited.

And waited. The soldiers seemed to be waiting for him to make the first move. They want me to attack them first? Fine. Dagger already sheathed he drew three throwing knives in his left hand, each between to fingers. Grinning ever so slightly he threw one knife at each of the three new soldiers, sprinting partway up the tree he been backed into pushing off. His injuries meant he hadn't quite got the height he wanted or the power from the push of but it was enough to get him right infront of the merc, his killing edge centimetres away from the darkened soldiers face, stopped only by the Merc's own sword. Not wasting anytime Chad rolled around the soldier giving himself some open space. Looking over the damage his knives had caused. He could see one soldier wouldn't be much of a threat pulling a knife out of his sword arm, another know had a wound in the right thight but seemed capable of contining.the third newcomer and the original adversary, currently, seemed unharmed. Well I'll have to change that no won't I Chad thought to himself with another little grin.

Ghis paused, staring down Steely Dan as he came, blocking the first stab with the broad side of his axe, jumping back out of range as the greatsword sliced upward through empty air.

The biggest problem with that greatsword was that like all swords, it was versatile and therefore fast--sure, Ghis could block a thrust with a well-timed swing of the axe, but the sword could come back too quickly for another swipe. Worse yet, it was hefty enough to block the Steel Lance Ghis was using.

He was, however, wielding it with both hands. Dan continued forward, pressing his advantage, making Ghis keep retreating...

Until finally, as he made a horizontal swipe for Ghis' midriff, the General blocked it again with the broad side of his axe. As he was paused for a second, the Lance drove towards Dan's exposed right elbow, aiming to cripple Dan's prominent sword arm.

Abel took an immediate stance, as the bard surprisingly took to speedy action with a most interesting weapon. Usually, there would not have been enough time to properly react to such a fast throw, but he was different now. And he had the perfect thing. Abel quickly swung his blade out and up, emitting a powerful force of wind from his sword, powerful enough to knock back the ball and chain that had been thrown out. Abel chuckled. The sword did indeed suit him well, darkened or not.

"You're not half bad, speedy. Unlucky for you, I found myself this nice thing stashed in the castle. Looks like-- Wh!"

Abel immediately held up his blade and blocked a suddenly thrown knife from nowhere, almost not even seeing it. In fact, it would be hard for anybody to see. Even the bard, who had a knife coming right at him, at that very moment.

Alihi stumbled to the side a bit, not expecting Ephraim to be the one to make any sort of move. She smirked. "Oh, come on! I was trying to buy you some time!" She shook her head, twirling the blade in her hand. "Not even a 'thank you' for putting my life on the line? Shame on you." The tactician teased lightheartedly.

She blinked slowly, listening to what Ephraim whispered to her. Another person to fight? She looked over her shoulder for a second. Ganon was preoccupied with Abel, Blossom was out-cold, Chad was fighting three at once, and Ghis was fighting someone already. The other soldiers, too, were locked in combat. She turned back. "Not sure if there is anyone I can get..." She murmured softly to the noble.