Morys noticed a woman run past, into the inn. He also noticed the three Demons that seemed hell bent on killing her. He blocked their path. Lysonna came up behind the Almerkian, she readied her bow and let loose an arrow into the chest of the nearest demon. The arrow embedded itself into the Demon's heart and he fell to the ground with a thud, shaking the rain drops off of the surrounding grasses.<br/><br/>Morys unsheathed his swords. "I like these odds," he said, referring to the two-on-two. The others that had fought with in the inn came running through the kitchen, if the women cooks complaints were anything to go by. "I like these odds even better."<br/><br/>A demon snarled in his tongue. Although the two couldn't understand him, Lysonna assumed that the Demon had said something along the lines of, "You won't get away!" Then the bull-horned beast charged.<br/><br/>Morys shoved his sword into the Demon's open mouth, running him through, his sword becoming soaked with the Demon's blood. Lysonna knocked another arrow and moved past Morys to shoot the final standing demon in the ear. She moved to retrieve her arrows, when the last demon began groaning, the one they had assumed was already dead.<br/><br/>"Yes, we must make haste," Morys agrees.<br/><br/>"We should head into the forest then. There's bound to be a stream. How else would these people get their fresh water?" Lysonna says. Without a second glance at the demon laying unconscious on the ground, she runs for the cover of the trees, every few yards looking back to see if the others were keeping up.<br/><br/>Morys held back. "Shouldn't we wait for the woman that was running from them and went into the inn?"<br/><br/>The unconscious demon rolled, stabbing Morys's foot through his boot with a short blade. He stood up then, roaring his anger and pain. Lysonna slid in the wet grass as she tried to stop. Once she could turn around, she raised her bow, although she wasn't sure if she wanted to let an arrow fly with allies so near her target.<br/><br/>"Goddammit OW!" Morys shouted. His first instinct was to pull up his foot, which only sent the pain shooting up his leg like giant flames. He bent to pull out the knife.