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After equipping his weapons, Lain heard the familiar voice of Ryn from the hallway. Off of pure instinct he ran toward the door, bow in hand. He pulled three arrows from his quiver, before he slid across the floor on his knees, sliding through the doorway into the hallway he shot the arrows simultaneously, each of them hitting its target with a deadly accuracy.

The sounds of the Saxon troops falling against the walls in a heap made the walls of the small Inn tremble, waking a few weary travelers who ran to their doors to see what all the commotion was about.

Screams filled the air as patrons of the Inn panicked, some heading back into their rooms while others tried desperately to form a plan of escape, running in the opposite direction of the hoard of course. Lain jumped to his feet as soon as his arrows set sail, and charged the oncoming mass of mangled men with a war cry that seemed unworldly.

Bare fist met flesh, and his bow was discarded back into the room while his dagger now occupied his right hand. He fought with no abandon, his moves were calculated and well thought out. They could not allow the people of the Inn to be harmed, after all, they were nothing but innocent bystanders.

Ryn twirled as Lain joined him in the battle, drawing a small, fist sized, spiked ball on a rope out of his shirt, and twirling it over his head. He laughed, launching it dead ahead of him, smashing one of the mens skulls in, before pulling the now blood covered ball back to him.

"You can't beat us Saxons!", Ryn shouted, throwing the ball again, and putting it through another mans heart. One came up behind him, and he spun, releasing the blade he had held in his left hand, so that it came out on a foot of chain, and slashed the man behind him open from Navel to Neck.

He laughed again, shouting to Lain,"This is what I live for!"

More men came towards him, and he tugged the spiked ball back, and twirled it above his head, shouting,"Who's next?"

The men stood back, none of them wanting to be the first to get near the crazed, laughing Assassin.

Lain could not help but allow the laughter that was welling up inside him to pierce his lips. He could hear every word Ryn spoke over the torment of grunts and shouts that poured form the enemy.

Lain dove between the legs of a mountain of a man clad in armor, driving his blade deep into his groin and tilting him forward so he fell over in agony. Yes, this was what Lain needed, revenge on those who had betrayed him so unmercifully so many moons ago.

Another man tried to attack Lain, though he was on the floor, he was at no great disadvantage, his blade, twisting it in his palm and fisting it like a heavy club, slashed at the intruders ankle tendons, rendering him utterly useless in the battle.

"Morons, you were under the disillusion that you outnumbered us four to 1, but I am afraid for your sake, we outnumber you..." Lains hair twisted about him in a white and red blur. Splotches of crimson dressed his tresses, the blood of his enemy was thick and heavy, but Lain continued to fight with the grace of a dove, and when the last man in his path fell, he sprinted toward the stairs and called to Ryn to join him.

As Reina arrived at the shelter, she hopped off, pushed the doors open and shouted, "You guys there's... Oh, I see you found out already." She cleared her throat, hopping over the corpses, "excuse me, pardon me, sorry about that." Rushing up the stairs, she joined them, diving her blade into the neck of one man and pushing it forward into the throat of the other.Reina pulled back out and winked, "Shall we roast them in the fire now? Or... shall we leave their bodies for all to see, rotting in the soil which they spilled the blood of our people in!" She kicked the bodies out, her rage building with each body she had sliced, each bit of blood that splashed about, until some landed on her lips, splashing on her face.

Reina's moves did now slow, she was killing the men unmercifully, slashing at their limbs, leaving them in the most painfulest of agony, sometimes letting them bleed to death, rather than giving them a quick leave. Her silver eye glinted, the magic held in it sparked for just a second.

Ryn glanced at the various horses tied up outside the Inn, and quickly hopped atop a black one, with a white spot on his neck. With a grin Ryn chopped the rope off, and said,"Lets ride!"

The horse reacted immediately, following after Lain at the same speed. Ryn kept a knife in his left hand, ready in case more foes attacked. Glancing down at the horse below him, he said,"I'll call you Cale."

The horse whinnied, continuing in its gallop, Ryns eyes watching everything around them, ready for anything.

Val's eyes stalked the bird above him, it seemed like the one he needed, but his eyes cought, around his talon he carried a note. Quickly, he grabbed his dagger, twirling it about in his fingertips, waiting for his opportune moment. Finally, as the bird parched itself, ready to take flight, it was knocked against the trunk of the tree, staked through it's skull as it's body fell over onto the ground. Val walked towards the bird, lifting it up and took the note from it's claws.

"Not only did I manage to get rid of a nusance, but I also cought a midnight snack." Taking the hawk with him, Valraven sat at his camp sight, with his new 'assistant', tossing the bird into the fire, along with the note. "Soon, soon we will have blood of the enemy at our feet, and they can take their rightful place, in hell with the others." That was all he had said to her before gazing into the fire, letting the embers dance in his eyes, but still, refused to say a single word to her.

"Oh, just a bit, nothing I couldn't handle myself you know. But I'm sure you were more disappointed, I wasn't in my room where you can watch me every second." She stuck her tongue out and turned back to mount Hades, looking up at the sky and shaking her head. "Why do the gods put us in situations like this, where we miss days of sleep?" Hades took off, riding further North, along with Artemis and Lain, while Reina looked for a place to camp for the night.

While they were a good bit away, and deep into the forest, through the terrain, Reina hopped off Hades and slipped onto the ground, making a loud thud. "Alright, I don't know about you, but if I don't get at least a good two hours of sleep, I'll be as useless as a lame horse." Hades kicked dirt in her direction and gave a low whiny. "Sorry Hades! I didn't mean anything by it!" She laughed, put her things down and put a few dry sticks together, surrounded by rocks, and started a fire for them.

"Ok, whose keeping lookout for the first shift? chose amungst yourselves, I'm going to sleep." Without much after that, Reina made herself comfortable by the fire on a bed of leeves and fresh grass.