The redskin lept from the roof, knocking one of the Crusaders to the ground with ease. The muscle ridden half-orc stood in a guard's possition, his body stocky and impassible. Elis withdrew his elven blade, the blade itself as long as the hilt, giving the wielder extreme versatility.<br/><br/>"Stand down Half-orc." he spoke with athourity, his blade held in one hand, perfectly balanced. "This is not your fight."<br/><br/>Elis Chzul heard a bolt whizzing for his head and he spun out of the way, the bolt striking his lesser in the chest, killing him quickly. The second bolt fired and slew a second elf, the bolt easily piercing through his head. One of his cowardly younglings ran in a state of un-elven fear, thankfully the assassin pierced his knees making him incapable of fighting. Now Elis won't have to do this himself.<br/><br/>The ancient crusader looked from rooftop to rooftop to see where the assailant was coming from. He was a skilled hunter, and Elis would have to give him that, whoever he was. He turned his gaze back to Katya, his soldiers ready to strike. "Kill them." He barked pulling the mail "scarf" up over his nose giving his face a decent guard before charging at the Dark Elf.