The archer moved to flee again after the attack, especially after he saw the heavily-armored man come after him. However, he had to halt in his tracks when he bumped into that mage girl from earlier. The one who had injured him. "Surrender, please," she said, holding a sword to his throat. While her words were fierce, her expression was not, and he couldn't help but not take her seriously. However, the man on his other side...well, he was another story entirely. Sandwiched between the two, the archer sighed and dropped his bow. "Urgh...fine...I give up."
Meanwhile, the fighter to the north had jumped back, expecting a fierce retaliation from the blonde lady before him. However, she had stopped, seemingly stunned that he had even managed to land a hit on her. "Not used to seein' yer own blood, lassie?" he mocked. "Pah! Nobles all think they're invincible. Give 'em a good swing wiv an axe and ye'll see they're as meaty as the rest o' us." He stepped forward to finish her off.
And then a flash of silver, fast as a fleeting sparrow, and his face exploded in pain. Shouting, the bandit bent down, clutching his face, fingers coated in a slick, sticky substance. Blood. Between the gaps of his gloved fingers, he could see a wisp of gold. And then furious dark eyes.
"You dare?" the lady's voice came out in a soft rumble. "You dare cut me with your dirty axe? You beast. Lower than low." She emphasized each point with a thrust of her blade. The first went too high in her rage, the second too low, but the third struck home, embedding itself into his leather chest guard. While the chest guard managed to lessen the impact, it couldn't stop the blade entirely, and the area around it started to darken.
With a huff of exertion, the blonde tore the sword free and held it horizontal, tip pointed straight at his heart. Panicked at this sudden reversal, the bandit raised his own weapon and knocked it away. Fancy and fine she may be, but she ain't no average fighter, this one. And the boss...s'not lookin' good for him neither. I gotta go...gotta warn Bone. Scrambling backward, he fled northward, from where he came.
Anaïs didn't bother to chase after him. She had more important things to worry about. The condition of her lady, for one. She ran back southward, past the wagon, and toward the slouched figure of Catriona.
Who was currently gasping in pain. That blow to the chest had affected her more than she had expected. Catriona held back a coughing fit, grimacing at the familiar twinges. This wasn't good. Not...right now. No. Before she could do much more than prepare for her premature end, Alois' voice rang through the air. "Oi, big guy. You know, back where I used to live, we had bandits like you all the time. And you know what they were good for?" Catriona grinned despite herself. This sounded so much like the barracks talk from the border. "A kill count."
And then he charged, and in the confusion, Catriona fell back from the duo. Not that she'd be any good for fighting right now, anyway. She was a mess.
"Here," a voice nearby caused her to look up. "A vulnerary, miss." It was that civilian from earlier. Nodding her gratitude at both him and the worried visage of Anaïs, she took it and applied some of the herb mixture to her wounds. It was fast-acting, and already some of the minor cuts were closing up. Sighing in relief, the lord continued to watch the scuffle in front of her.
Alois and the bandit leader, Bazba, were trading axe strikes. They were fairly even in terms of strength, so neither had really gained any ground over the other. They were both starting to tire, and it was coming down to the final blows, when Edrick came charging in like a bull, throwing Bazba to the ground. In the confusion, they both lay there, winded. Alois, who had started to attack, stopped just before he would've beheaded Edrick.
Bazba growled and lifted himself back up first. "This isn't over, you brats." Lifting his axe high, he swung it with desperate strength, sweeping Alois out of the way and kicking Edrick for good measure. "I am the great Bazba! I will not fall!" Narrowed, piggish eyes lit on the both of them, and you could feel the bloodlust in the air. He stepped forward to finish them both off.
"Fall," a voice commanded, and the leader barely brought his axe up in time to block a strike to his chest. "You again," he hissed. "Little lordling, you've already had a taste of my axe. Do you really think you can defeat me?"
"I will do what I must," came the cold reply. "I care nothing for your petty barbs. Let us fight and see who is the stronger."
By now, Alois and Edrick had recovered, but they couldn't find room to attack amidst the flurry of blows. However, it was a fight that was certain to end, one way or the other, and they struck whenever they could, quickening the inevitable.
With one last flourish, Catriona's blade sliced through the leader's neck, pushing past bone and sinew to reach the other side. For one long second, the leader remained standing, a headless specter, and then both halves of him toppled to the ground.
Thump. Catriona followed suit, letting exhaustion take her over now that the battle was done.