Ebric's dash to the half-orc woman was met with the sight of a small pool of blood growing under the woman, the stab having been a brutal one and apparently an unexpected one at that, a veritable coup de grace attempt at someone that didn't expect it. Still, his touch seemed to earn a groan from the woman who shivered, the dark lips parting to inhale sharply and then hissing slightly at the pain in her guts, but the spell's energies worked through her as she lay there, shuddering a moment. Looking at Ebric she spoke a few words in a mere whisper. "I'm out of this fight, but thanks for keeping me from going to my ancestors yet." It was a serious statement, without joking around or any mocking, even and calm even as the fight was being finished.<br/><br/>Analise's charge caught up with the man who was attempting to flee, the long slash tearing blood out in the open as the man grunted, the slash not finishing him on the spot but the way the wound hissed with the holy strike, it was evident the smiting did what it was meant to and caused additional pain to the man, halting his attempt to flee.<br/><br/>The man attempting to flee then saw the shocking number of foes before him appear as if out of nowhere, stunned both by the attack and the sudden reinforcements. He raised his bloody blade though, seeming intent to charge through the illusion and strike at the closest foe to break through from any such 'encirclements' seeing as he couldn't flee back to the stables or the inn without running before the already proven-powerful folks.<br/><br/>Tavah's charge seemed to draw his eyes on the last moment to look at the tall man coming, trying to stab back and stop the attack he saw coming. Leaning back in the saddle he sought to avoid the blade's path, only to witness it cleave the head off the horse, the proud mount seeming to stagger and collapsing down somewhat, just in time for Nalin's hammer that was previously aimed at the man's guts now being at perfect height to smack into and through the man's face. The brutal splatter of blood left behind by the hammer's path showed this man would certainly not be stabbing anyone anymore.<br/><br/>In the meanwhile, Mark's attention was focused on the rider with a spear stuffed to his guts at the entrance to the stables, and his scimitar slashed only thin air as the man leaned back to cuss at Mark and tried to stab ahead, but Mark's touch hit the man eliciting a painful scream and a smell of burnt flesh as the rider fell off his mount to the ground, eyes rolled back and twitching occasionally, the effect of the spell obviously excruciating but it did its job, leaving that man out of the battle, and quite likely in death-throes.