A mad giggle intoning from behind the savage man's cowled face, he struck the dagger into the Hellguard's shield, pulled it away even while she slashed her axe deep into his shoulder, while letting his sword strike down upon her neck.<br/>Kicking back, she managed to save her life at the cost of the sword now instead tearing through the arm holding her shield, cutting the limb off cleanly just before the shoulder.<br/><br/>Gasping in shock, she fell to the ground, allowing for the man to lash out, this time to end her entirely.<br/><br/>If it had not been for Swiftbeak, that was. Uncaring for his surroundings, delighting in the smell of freshly spilled blood, the man was utterly unprepared as the gryphon's body slammed into his, throwing him away. Gurgling sounds emanating from behind the cloth, anger apparent, he called out as he tried to stand back up again even despite just having been hit with the force of a charging boar "WHAT THE FUCK, CAN'T AN HONEST MURDERER DO HIS WORK IN PEACE?" while he clutched his sword, dagger lost, with both hands, though still rising unsteadily.<br/><br/>The Hellguard ripped off a piece from her cloak and pressed it against the stump where her arm had formerly been, while staring through her helmet's visor at the confrontation, not knowing if the creature that suddenly appeared was a friend or foe yet.