Lewin made his way through the underbrush like a predator on the prowl. While by no means as skilled a sneak as Marcellus, Lewin was still a proud member of the primal tribes of the eastern hills - so, drawing upon the power of the forest himself, his instincts sharpened and especially his hearing was enhanced. He successfully managed to get past most of the soldiers surrounding the house, and took up a position to the left rear of the people in charge on the outside. Mincer left its shethe with barely a sound, and waiting for the ideal time to strike, Lewin sat there, crouched, behind a light bush that could easily be knocked aside in a hurry. He assessed his situation. He was quite a skilled fighter, but he could not hope to take on all those guardsmen at once. On the other hand, he could use some of his more visually fantastical spells to disconcert his enemy, preventing them from bringing their full numbers to bear until he could break into the house. And if all else failed, the area outside was still pretty open. Guy like him could make good time in a forest, likely good enough to make an escape. He only hoped it didn't have to come to that.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Danni!"</span></span>Lewin heard a muffled cry from inside. Fighting there had begun. Lewin knew that if too many of the soldiers outside could get in to reinforce, his comrades would be done for. So he sprang into action. Bastard sword in hand, gleaming with angry-looking fire, Lewin sped ahead. Instead of a battlecry, however, he went for something a little more taunting this time.<span style="color: #808040">"Oh, guardsmeeeeeeeeen!~"</span>Singing his challenge to the soliders (in a surprisingly clear voice), he went straight for the most important-looking person he could find, ready to wreak havoc. His robes still danced with the colours of the forest, meaning that, at first glance, it looked as if Mincer flew out of the woods on its own.