Leon stood his ground as Lance propelled towards him. Lifting the crossbow he caught the sword between the space of its bow and shaft. Twisting he averted the direction of the attack slightly. Still suffering a wound as the blade carved past his ribs. But, at least the elder wasnâ??t mortally wounded. With a gruff pant he twisted, attempting to disarm the man until a voice sounded above the violence.  Resorting to a swift kick to the  manâ??s legs he turned his bow now aimed on the new intruder. His other hand clutched at his wound, blood staining his hand as he reached lower still for another sword less the man come back towards him.<br/><br/>Three certainly was a crowd. With an angry smirk he lowered his bow from the ancient. Forgetting the battle and the sword he gave a deep bow, the crimson cloak sweeping about him. Small droplets of blood spilled onto the fresh snow, â??Milady. I was but trying to rid the lands of troublesome creatures for you. So as to alleviate your burden.â?<br/><br/>At that Elda stiffened, growling, â??You tracked me here when I sought shelter!â?