<strong>Turn Order:</strong>Thugs (16), Enjiope (12), Valdaris (4).<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Thugs</span></strong><br/>The three thugs on the left moved carefully, deliberately down the alleyway. The two half-elves twirled their swords, their steps firm and resolute as they closed the distance on Enjiope and Valdaris. On the right of the alley, a tall half-orc approached in equal stride, his greatsword out at his side. He carried in his one hand a sword which many men wouldn’t have been able to wield in two. He put out his hand and pointed it towards Valdaris and Enjiope.<br/><br/>“Surrender yourself, witchling. We promise to make it painless.” His words were sharp and guttural as he spoke.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Enjiope</span></strong><br/>Enjiope looked left and right down the alleyway, her sword exposed only an inch out of the scabbard on her hip. She knew she was outmanned, and without armour it would be luck alone that saved her life if she stayed and fought. She would have to take her chance moving back through the restaurant and hope that that bitch hadn’t set anyone to cover inside the eatery too.<br/><br/>As she looked back into the restaurant, however, she saw the tall figure of another half-orc staring her down, as Valdaris stood in the doorway.<br/><br/>“Bitch,” she muttered, drawing her sword. Enjiope stepped back into the middle of the alleyway, bringing her shortsword out and arming her other hand with a dagger, as she readied herself, preparing to dodge the first volley of attacks that will come to her.<br/><br/>“Well then?” she cursed, waving her sword towards Valdaris.