Christopher
"No... I don't want to hear it... Especially from your kind, coming to our lands... How about 49 gold, huh?"

*Byleth put his hand behind his back for a reason, his hand was glowing red with some sort of destruction energy. He moved his hand in the blink of an eye and a Lava Whip had already constricted around the Reachman's neck. He was alive, unable to speak.*

"Normally I would just teach you a lesson. But I didn't like your tone today. Too much... Sass. Velin, give him an honorable death, even if he doesn't deserve it."

*The ones peering over the rocks in the hills had disappeared after seeing this. Why did this dunmer even bother to seek an escort?*
Ariana
"With pleasure..." He said.

With a quick motion. His blade came out of It's hilt, it was like a gust of wind as a simple swipe would all it would need for the man infront of them. It would be painless, but not quick. It wouldn't be long before he had a large gash on his neck and blood began to pour onto whatever he was wearing. 

He was soon to pass.

Velin would quickly look around for his next target.
Christopher
"I don't think they're going to back down. It would be better to be rid of them."

*The way he stood... He put his right side towards the threat, his fleshy side facing away. An arrow flew towards him to the side of his abdomen. It would've been fatal, but it merely snapped in half as it fell.*

"There are three up there. 2 archers I believe but they likely have other arms."

 *He summoned a Seeker as far as he could. Halfway up the hill.*

"It'll likely need a bit of help, if one of them had an Orichalc blade, they might be more well equipped than most."
Ariana
He would get into cover, or whatever would be better than being out in the open.

He would sheath his sword, while charging the archers would not be the worst idea, Velin was quite fast. They were on higher ground, and Velin would be filled with arrows. So using his longbow would have to be the only option. 

His sister was a better shot, and was on par when it came to sword fighting. But Velin never really had the love for Archery. He much preferred using sword.

He would get an arrow ready and he would pull back the string and get out of cover. Aiming for one of the archers he took a deep breath and exhaled, firing the arrow at the Archer. He however didn't hit where he wanted to shoot. He hit the Archer in the arm, soon enough and arrow came whizzing by and it grazed his left arm.

He would get back into cover, taking a deep breath and getting another arrow ready before trying again. This time he would focus his eyes and let the string go. The arrow flung towards the other Archer and hit in right in the eye. Another arrow however hit him in the leg, Velin went into cover and snapped the arrow. It hurt, but it would take alot more than a arrow to put down Velin.
Christopher
*Byleth was overtly cocky and instead of finding cover he stood wide open. He was under the effects of Falcon's Swiftness and he was actively trying to stop the arrows flying at him with his metal hand. He was a distraction for the other archer, toying with him. The Seeker was able to kill the other archer, the one who had been hit in the arm. He was unable to draw his bow properly, and he was torn apart by the Seeker. The other archer was able to put 3 arrows in its back while it did this, and when it turned around, the one with the sword plunged her blade into the seekers stomach... Mouth... Thing. It died. Byleth casted an orb of Choking Grasp at the archer. He fell to his knees gasping for air, and with the blood loss from his eye injury, it severely incapacitated him. Now there was one left. Byleth slowly ascended up a makeshift path in the hill, expecting Velin to follow.*
Ariana
He would switch to his sword and he would engage the final man. She would draw her sword and charge at Velin.

The skilled swordsman would parry her attacks as sparks began to light the darkness. He was toying with her.

"D-damn you!" She yelled and went for a heavy strike, which left her open. Velin would dodge and shove his blade through her chest, aiming for her heart.

She gasped for air, her lips began to quiver. She dropped her sword and Velin would help her lay down. For a moment she looked at Velin and reached up.

"May you learn from your mistakes and be forgiven. For you have died by my blade... You have earned a chance at redemption..." Velin told the Nord.

She wanted to speak but all that came out was her final breath, her eyes stared blankly at the evening sky. Velin would use his hands to cover her eyelids shut and he flicked his blade stained with blood before sheeving his sword.

He then gave Byleth a nod.
Christopher
"Hm. Quite impressive. You're quite a bit better than the average grunt. You know that sword well, pehaps the Thalmor are after you for more than just the sword you carry. Getting a bit late though... Could rest here for the night. I'm impressed with you, truly."

*He walked to the corpses. He placed his hands upon them and they turned to Ash, near instantly, with bits of bone mixed in.*

"Wind will carry them to their resting spot. They would've wanted it that way. Their fire... Still warm. Tents are nice and warm looking. These nights in the Reach get cold enough to freeze water, at least in my home."

*He sat down by the fire and lit it with his hands.*

"Forgive me if I'm prying a bit, but what do you think of death, as someone who deals in it."