Lorenzo
Two stallions maneuvered the carriage forth, its wheels jangling against the cobblestone. The driver at the front pulled on the leads after squinting her eyes and noticing an obstacle ahead. A cloaked visage of a man, shadow embracing his very person, maintained a bitter grip of a hanging body. She turned and summoned the rest of the guards. As per Hynes's assumption, the soldiers were around ten - as was the standard routine. Three of them headed their approach. A violet calamity ignited near the body's neck, alarming the guards to not dispatch their actions. One of the trio raised a hand, palm open, to inform the rest to stand their ground. Him and the other two slowly sauntered towards the man. Their leader gasped upon recognizing the body's apparel, shocked even more by her muffled cries of desperation.
James
The carriage stopped, eleven armed men in total were presented. Two carriage drivers, three as front guard and four sat on the back split between two benches. At the helm the two sentinels simultaneously drew crossbows. Having caught Lucien five guardsmen surrounded his front blocking the alleyway. Whilst four reserve guards remained behind them; with longer spears they had further reach and would use their allies as leverage. The two carriage drivers steadily readied a bolt each and aimed toward Lucien. These elves were capital guards, not elite but not amateurs. Professional fighters either conscripted or enlisted in the masses to safeguard the capital and its atrocities. She didn't have any particular retribution herself, however it didn't matter who meets their end from the sharpened tip of her spear; people dead powerful or weak are both equally useless.
Lorenzo
*"I have decided to return this hostage to you, in exchange that I won't be pursued after."*
The enigma of a man spoke. "If you can promise me that, you can have her back. If not, I'll slit her throat right here and then I'll compose a bonfire from her carcass."
Two of the crossbowmen behind spread, preparing to flank the intruder. ***"Don't play with my patience!"*** His roar pierced the silence about. The main guardsman jerked his head and exclaimed. "Do as the man says! Retreat near to the carriage." Once his orders were followed through, he gulped silently and faced the danger. "I assure you, sir. No such thing is needed. You must know how important the captive is to us. Hand her over, and you can leave with your life."
The three all visibly wore chainmail. Long spears remained suspended, not threatening the vicious figure.
*"Good. Now all three of you come forth... Slowly. I'll get closer, pass the body, and be on my way. If you are men of your words, you'll proceed as promised."*
They followed his command, pacing towards him carefully. The short lapses of silence between the rings of steel boots developed eerie suspense. The soldiers had tightened their jaws, anxious of what would follow next. Finally, they met him two meters away. "Now, nice and slow..." The head guard muttered, slowly reaching his hand out.

Hynes must have had enough time, by now, to ready herself accordingly. Lucien had hoped to drag more away, yet worked with what he got. His sword's aura cooled once he reeled it back and behind the body. The woman only hanged by the elf's hand, which stretched forth lightly. The soldier smiled, as everything went by plan. That joy was short-lived. The bound lady was promptly slouched over the shoulder of the one who captured her. The men began stumbling back and preparing to fight, but it was too late.
James
**First Blood**. The sudden tension was broken when the leading carriage drivers were found both impaled with a single pilum, the metal shaft passing between their unprotected necks, skewing both bodies together as the crossbow fell to the ground. A tremendous flood of vile red began secreting, forcing the horses to jump up, tamed only by training. No screams, no torment, no suffering. A fast and painless death yet equally as grotesque and barbaric as any form of torture. The guards barely rendered a response in disbelief as another found its mark. Through the course of it Hynes gave no emotion, simply timing, precision and calculation.

*One*

*It's a trap!*. A panic Arose when yet another pilum was thrown to the soldiers, this time landing itself to the right flank of Lucien where a similar death occurred. The tight, neat and coordinated tactics of the elves saw the pilum's head penetrating through the first neck, then to have it come out and puncture the other right beside it. The sound of their spears clattering on the ground came first before a thud heralded their congruent collapse. As weapons piums were ferocious for being able to penetrate through the user through his shield; thus was prevalent for your companions beside you. The lifeless bodies slouched over together and fell like a pair of trees. Four trained and well armed guardsmen were downed immediately before anyone could react. Fast, quaint and stylish the soldiers briefly paused in shock as a handful of them overturned their stomach. Having launched her final pilum she had her one dark spear in hand, retaining the sword she had borrowed from her other. The guards were slower to react than she had anticipated, unresponsive and sloppy; almost amatuer. Yet she didn't blame either of them, it's not every day a pilum pierces a man's neck only to embed itself to another.

Her vectors receded, having them would be rather overkill for a situation as this.
 
*Two*

With two spear men and two crossbowmen already dead the remaining three return their attention to pursue Lucien. The four reserve spearmen turned their attention around to the direction of the projectiles. The guards were clearly rushed, as only the four spearmen had plated armor. The men facing Lucien only brandished light padding and mail. Nevertheless a third spear found its mark. As if a black shadow were thrown it bypassed the open steel helmet of one of the spearmen, coming out the other end to stake the body onto the carriage. The spearman beside him watched in horror as he had no way of defending himself from her projectiles, making up the silhouette of a faint figure which casted a shadow to the sun he had his spear raised. The other two spearmen on the other side watched in terror as the pilum penetrated the necks of the comrades in front of them, the bodies dispelling blood and gore onto the pavement as both turned their spear to the direction it had been launched.

*Three* 

From above their heads Hynes leaped like a soaring black vulture. Landing onto one knee with a curved sword that she had seized in her left hand. To her side of the carriage was the one remaining spearman who drew his pike to her, and on the other side the two remaining spearmen pursuing her split up to corner her from both directions of the carriage. One of them sprinted to blockade her exit on the left, whilst the other hurried to backup the spearman on her right who had already drawn to her. Slowly standing up she smirked...
Lorenzo
***"HUUUUAGHH!"***

A ghoulish scream belonging to a demon echoed down the road. From the side, a blade as long as a tall man shot towards them. It clamored in torment, storming the enemy to quench its thirst. The sword's tip held a jet-black mace head, covered with bloodied violet spikes. Sparks charged the weapon's might, flame following after it. With a twist of his whole body, the weapon crushed the knee of the first it came in range of. Boof! A deafening impact concurred. The knight was swept off of his feet, screaming in agony. The direction of the blow launched his steel boots right into the ribs of the leader, which caused him in turn to fly towards the third - both collapsing to the ground with grunts. The moonlight revealed a bit of the hooded man's face. It was grey and plate-like, with two horned curves around its forehead. The swordsman looked more like a reincarnated monster, fueled by grisly breaths. The body he carried rolled off, yet was caught and locked to the other shoulder. The demon lunged forth with no pause, landing on top of the first victim. Breaking his knee was not enough - he was instructed to leave no victims. In a blink of an eye his sword had already impaled the grounded's neck, his daunting war cry having confirmed that. The odachi broke out in infernal force, incinerating the insides of the guard's throat. He turned to bat his eye to a looming shadow rising underneath the moon, before quickly churning his head back into the fray.

***"HAAAAAAARRGHH!"***

The creature screamed again, handle gripped intensely. He yanked the blade out, performing an upwards swing with supernatural vigor. The cleave crafted an afterimage behind it, until a curve of hellfire as long as a swing floated midair. The two soldiers alive had just recovered from the blunt impact of the fall. While they began to stand up, a crazed thunderclap rocketed the conjuration forth. It demolished the helmets the two wore, sending both rolling with disturbing lacerations pierced through their light mail. Lucien turned towards the carriage, ready to continue - just to see his newly gained ally taking care of it with a terrifying ease. He scowled and turned towards the two he was yet to finish off pursuing exactly that goal.
James
**"Ha ha ha ha ha! You wish to defeat me? Impossible."**

The naive cackle of an overconfident longspearman heralded his quick and fast thrust aimed for her head. Hynes grew ever annoyed as she parried it with her curver blade. Using both the handle and her own hand against the blade as a leverage point the spear rested point up beside her helmet. Unbeknown to him no matter how hard he was willing to push the blade into her arm her steel prosthetic hand would only resist it without hesitation.Curving the blade down this forced him to overshoot his mark, moving forwards whilst her blade was freed. Growing a tenacious smile the cocky elf knew to quickly hold back in a single action, relieving himself from arms distance as to not be slashed. Suddenly his callous grind transformed to cold winding gasp for a spear had pierced his back. Behind him the blinding rushing elf rounded the horses with his spear ready to attack, only to be thrusted against his frantically reversing ally. Screaming out Hynes turned around to find the other elf ready.

**"You will pay for murd-"**

His spear collapsed with himself grappling onto a curved sword thrown between his eyes. He couldn't even react before becoming a soulless husk and collapsing before her. With her arm extended out from the throw Hynes quickly turned back to the last spearman as the body of his companion collapsed before him. Distraught with absolute horror the rambling incoherent spearman grew mad with rage, senselessly charging her with a high spear attack aimed right for her head. Hynes seemed caught by the moment, un-moving and unresponsive as if he had managed to catch her off guard. Frantically rushing towards her head the spearhead found itself narrowly missing to her left as she did not even have to move. Her left arm then bracing the spear shaft towards the carriage beside her as the mad spearman just kept rushing towards her.

Not even knowing he lost his spear he opened his eyes to find that he had run directly into her gauntlet, feeling his neck being squeezed by the force of a dozen men as he was lifted from the ground. The elf latched onto her gauntlet, but her unwavering grip kept crushing his jugular as his feet flailed around back and forth.

*"No Please!- Argh- I don't want to -Ugh, die- I have a - A dau- ghter- Ple.."*