As both Elise and Blake bolted from the residency and made it outside, the sound of metal clashing against metal could be heard followed by a variety of shouts and wails. And it took little to no time for both to sprint full speed ahead. Up ahead the convoy was well in distress. Guardsmen all running around with weapons drawn, with there being quite the collection from three carriage groups now together.

Still the clangs and clashes of metal were ongoing, followed now by shots of rifles. Both came skidding to a halt, staring out at a significant sight. Multiple knights bound in bright green metal armor, armed with swords and crossbows themselves though not a rifle in sight. In addition were several hulking trolls more than five times the size of a human, wearing not more than loin clothes.

“WOOOHOOO HOO HOO!! HELL YEAH- LET IT ALL OUT!!” came a very loud, extraordinary shout from behind.

Behind where the green knights and the guardsmen were fighting, a decent distance away in its own battlefield, four figures clashed two on two, with two more in reserve behind the fighting. Three knights who stood out for not wearing full sets of armor at all, instead wrapped with black garments with some dark purple armor pieces such as shoulder guards, knee guards, gauntlets, and chest plates, green capes flowing behind the three. Their eyes glowing, the fangs of the two clashing more than visible.

“Tch- those are the Warlord’s Guard!” Blake barked beside Elise.

Three knights, the Knights of Galahan. The first in reserve- an old man of graying hair and brown eyes, a slightly wrinkled face, relatively buff: Fen Rao. Another knight- a young lad with brown hair around the neck and over his ears, green eyes, not nearly as buff as the old man though certainly not scrawny or average: Yeager Carloff. And finally the last knight- a young woman with brown hair cut above the neck, wine red eyes that appeared very pleasant, and a very fine figure despite the bulky armor around her: Shree Vampa.

The three previously hooded, now unhooded yet cloaked. The first, a small girl of short dark hair- cropped bangs, kept off of the shoulder- her eyes a sapphire blue, long pointed elf ears: Andi Dazzleton. The second being another woman, mid-back length hair with eye length bangs and a color of which shifted from light brown to orangish around the mid and finally turned to a reddish pink at the ends, her eyes somewhat a blend of emerald and lime green, horns curving out of the sides of her head and arching straight up: Roxanne Trebish. The final individual a man in what appeared to be his early thirties, short brown hair parted and somewhat a mess, golden brown eyes, square glasses, a little chin hair, and tremendously plain: Dante Thompson.

In the hands of the two fighting knights, a dual ended halberd for the girl and for the guy a large scythe, whilst the elder in the rear held a plain battle ax. In the hands of the two cloaked fellows fighting, the man held a large broadsword and in the hands of the woman were two pink crystal daggers, while the short girl in reserve held a rather plain bow and arrow. The halberd swung down and slammed upon the crossed daggers, the holder of both in turn struggling to beat back the force of the knight. As for the scythe and the broadsword, the back of the scythe’s blade was currently blocking a downward strike from the sword.

“YEAAAAAAAAAAH!!” the knight lad, Yeager, shouted out.

Yeager’s scythe slammed down and in no more than a second he flipped right over the top of Dante, using the scythe as a means to pole vault. The knight’s armor clanged as he dropped down onto the ground, and one brief turn and a swing of the scythe brought broadsword and snath together. Yeager held his weapon with both hands spaced rather far apart, the broadsword held with both hands clammed up in the center. A smug grin crossed Yeag’s face whilst Dante’s was one of contortion and strain, the latter trembling ever so with the former stiff as a board damn well unphased.

A flurry of swipes and strikes went down right next to this show of acrobatics and strength, this one being a show of speed and precision. The halberd jabbed forward at what seemed to be half a dozen or better strikes per second, spattered all over the place. The sound of whipping air from the barrage, whilst on the flip side Roxanne was swiftly dodging a third of the strikes and blocking the rest with her daggers- even taking a few opportunities to counter strike. The two twirled around and jumped in a mystifying display of twirls, flips, and strikes, both girls appearing dead set on striking the other.

And then in the back lots of these fights, the old man watching unmoved with his hands resting on the butt of the handle of his ax which was presently pressed into the ground. He leaned upon his weapon, everything about him stationary as he gazed ahead at the combat. The only thing Fen Rao truly did was shift his eyes every few seconds. The elf girl did much the same, standing with her weapon in hand though with her own eyes set straight ahead, her expression completely serious.

As the two trios did battle, or rather the two duos, the fight was raging on all around them. Shots fired off from the rifles of the guards into the armor of the knights- even a few head shots landing. Arrows plunged in through the eye holes and swords swung for the vulnerable locations not covered by armor, solid thrusts able to make it through. Holes in the armor opened up for certain but not a drop of blood came from them. All the while a few guards were taking meaty hits and downed easily from fists and swords alike.

Shots rang out from a position near Magistrate Garvin, at least eight guards with rifles in hand firing out. All of the rifles- single shot rifles with bolt action reloading and black powder cartridges. As the first wave of guards fired off, the next wave covered and fired their own, alternating back and forth. Though despite the heavy fire and the landed hits the assailing knights did not fall.

Echoing groans roared out of them, the head shots and heart shots not making a bit of difference. Elise’s focus shifted to one group of guards well in distress, rifles lying on the ground smashed, now defending with clubs and daggers.

“Bakuuva!” Blake’s voice rang out.

“I’m on it!” she called back, breaking from her position into a dash at the group.

One guard swung his bat hard against the head of one of the knights, the weapon crackling apart raining out splinters. A jolt back and a look of shock came over as the knight before him raised their own club, a spiked club.

CLANG!!

The guard fell to his rear and slumped back, gazing at the sight of Elise’s back. She stood before the guard now with both of her hands on the hilt of her own katana, a katana which now had blocked the spiked swing of the knight. She grunted a little, the blade quivering from the force of the impact backed by continued pressure; though such a struggle was ever so short lived. Shifting right out of the way, her blade slid along the club until-

SHIIIIIING

The knight stumbled back, two steps back to be precise. There came a thud on the ground right behind, a rather hefty one, followed by the club then hitting the ground. Said knight then dropped to its knees, followed by the body slumping over and collapsing upon the ground- headless. Literal brown sludge pooled out of the point of decapitation, followed soon by the body beginning to deflate as more sludge poured out of the various fabric components of the armor.

Elise glanced down at the disappearing form for a brief stint before locking sight of the next enemy before her, swinging at that as well, “Blake, Mud Dolls!”

“I’m on it I’m on it!” he called back, his cloak flying off to reveal his attire.

A dark blue dress shirt under a red-wine vest, adorned by a large ash-gray n blue dustrer coat, dark gray jeans, and black boots with spurs. Holsters at his sides with revolvers in place, slightly larger than standard sized revolvers. It took him no time to whip both out and aim ahead, twin shots ringing out. A couple of the knights struck, sky blue light pouring out of the wounds, followed then by the subsequent melting of the bodies with an outpouring of mud.

“Back up the guards, leave the Vampires to those two,” Blake called back to Elise.

“I know!” she then yelled back, raising her weapon again ready to strike, “Melee combatants, decapitate these guys to put them down for good. Riflemen and Archers lay down cover fire with your ranged weapons. We can win this!”