Cyntheria smirks and looks to Noburo. "Would you mind if I have a little fun? You can have the commander I just want to show him a few examples of what will happen to him with his men."
She looks around at the army and gives a slight chuckle as she prepares herself. One blade in a defensive stance as the other blade is in a offensive position. Her body stopped shaking and ready to kill.

@BloodySoulStealer "Make them bleed Cyntheria-chan," Noburo replied to the girl in Qyrisian language, not wanting for others to listen in to their conversation, while also being satisfied with her eagerness for battle. "But remember to remain in control. Precise cuts, clean kills. Let us show these westerners how warriors of the east fight."

Turning around to meet the charging mass of lunatics, Kensei dropped in combat stance and moved his sword to his left side. Withdraw, then advance. An old mantra he learned when he was a pupil at Master Musashi's school, that was closely tied to his own combat style. When fighting with a great weapon against a multiple adversaries, the prudent thing was to allow them to close the distance and attack, while you remained on the defense. Of course, the way of the Samurai forbids passive fighting style, which means that Noburo will allow them to reach him but when they reach the distance of 5-6 meters he would spring forward.

His intention was to utilize the great sword and create a distance between him and the enemy by couple of horizontal slashes that would herd the enemy into attacking him 1-2 at a time, where his superior skill and equipment should win him the day. Of course, if none comes or he kills everyone that attacks the carriage directly, he would not leave his position at the door and simply remain there until the enemies are driven off.

Cyntheria smirks and bows before looking to the others.
"Let's have a little fun. An show this pathetic group what it means to feel your own life flash before there eyes."
She turns her glance to the man who is commanding the army to give a small chuckle.
"I will enjoy your pain and blood. Enjoy the view because you will be meeting the same fate as your men"

As her allies charged into the horde of hostiles, Shaila simply drew closer slowly. She sought to lock down as many as she could. She did so in such a way that she would be on the defensive, ready to block, parry, and dodge, but she would position herself in such a way that she would threaten any seeking to engage the others with a strike from her blade.

Having ducked to avoid being skewered by an errant throw, Elisa looked towards the horde of warriors. While she gritted her teeth at the fact that her allies had gotten themselves so embroiled in the melee, given that it might lead to some friendly fire. Alas, she was of the opinion there were too many warriors for the normal fighters to successfully fend them off.

So the Mage's mind focused upon drawing magic, a process that mentally taxed her, before sweeping her right hand in cone towards the warriors to unleash what she had gathered up. There was no attempt to shape her spell beyond controlling where the arcane energies went and so, roughly who was going to be affected by her casting.

Ori's eyes seethed with rage for both the ambush and his failure to spot it. He lowered his aim and loosed an arrow at one of the bandits, getting another one from his quiver without waiting for the result. He again loosed it and grabbed another one, his hands a blinding flash of reload and shoot. As he spun an arrow with his fingers he commanded his men "They're brave men, let's make them shit themselves!" he loosed one more to the warcry of his men, grabbing his sword and dagger he charged in as well. As soon as he got in close he parried attacks with his dagger and attacked with his sword, hacking and slashing, before switching vise-versa to confuse the enemy, he also used his elbows to deliver devastating strikes to the gut or the throat. He soon turned into a orange blender with the rapidity of his strikes, fluid and elegant like a dancer with bloodlust.

When the madmen closed in, they were devastated by Elisa's magic. She caught six of the crazy warriors in her blast.
The results were chaotic and horrible for the enemy, one of the warrior's hands started bulging violently from the inside and blew apart in equal violence showering blood everywhere, another had his eyes and ears explode as blood spurted out from all the holes in his head. Third one aged rapidly, falling dead withered and old as his body failed to support life, the remaining caught on fire and died screaming.
Elisa felt the drain hit her. All her muscles felt a bit strained and she had to catch her breath for a few seconds, along with feeling a little pressure in her head. Rest of the madmen were now seriously afraid of her, even in their current state of mind and left her alone. It allowed Elisa to quickly recover.
The bandit's realized what a threat she could be and launched an attack to try to neutralize her quickly.
@Maleth

Lucky for Ferifan, Shaila was in the bandits' way and she managed to shield bash one prone and stabbed another in the leg when they tried to advance past her. She had three of the mercenaries to deal with now, one still recovering from being knocked flat on his ass. Shaila got bashed by a mace to the side from her blindside, stinging quite a bit but she managed to deflect and block any more strikes, even managing to stab one of their gut hard enough to draw blood. The two who were standing really went at it, occupying Shaila's full attention. One of them hooked her shield with an axe, trying to pry it off her hands, while another swung at her head with a mace.

Ferdinand's battle was going well, he was joined by Gunther and the two of them cleaved through the shoddy ranks of madmen. Gunther was stabbed by a spear in his arm, slicking his bicep in blood.
Ferdinand got slashed by axes from different directions, armor failing to absorb every impact. He felt warm blood trickling inside his armor as something tore open his skin.
The two of them were about to get swarmed, but Ulrich was there to buy them more space. He was a disciplined whirlwind of death, cleaving three of the barbaric madmen with few powerful swings separating limbs and heads from their bodies.
(@TuskatheDaemonKilla @Valonox both of you can emote slaying four mad warriors if you want.)

As for Ori, his arrows killed two of the madmen, managing to wound two others who kept charging despite having arrows sticking out of them. Four of the bandit mercenaries assaulted the carriage where Noburo, Urghak, Ori and Cyntheria were positioned.

Two of Ori's retinue were harassed off their horses with spears and brutally beaten to death with clubs and axes. Another one caught a throwing axe to the head thrown by a mercenary, falling down dead. Ori was there to avenge them and cut three of the mad warriors down before getting locked down by two of the bandits. The bandits seemed to know their way in combat and managed to wound Ori's shoulder with a vertical axe slice. One kept Ori busy blocking and parrying with a flurry of blows while the other one kicked him in the back, attempting to knock the graceful warrior down.
(@GrimFritz You're free to emote killing three mad warriors.)

Urghak was assaulted by six mad warriors. First three who came close caught a fatal clubbin'. The rest seemed it fit to throw rocks and spears at the barbarian. Urghak was hit in the head with a rock, leaving him a bit dazed for a moment and one spear was chucked at his shoulder, tearing out a piece of skin and flesh and sticking onto the carriage behind him. The blacksmith and the cook seemed it fit to stay behind Urghak, only managing to push the enemy away from them, not wounding a single one.
(@OgrynLord You are free to execute three of the madmen, if you so wish.)

Noburo and Cyntheria on the other hand were being attacked by four bandits. They eyed the samurai, looking for a proper way to draw close. As they slowly approached, Noburo sprung forward and slashed two of their chests open. Bleeding heavily they quickly retreated, afraid of the exotic sword the samurai was wielding. They had never seen a warrior like this before. One threw a spear at him, tearing at his shin guard painfully and breaking the armor a little.
Noburo was about to get blindsided by a sneaky one but Cyntheria was there to stab the bandit in the thigh and sliced his side open.
"Ow, you bitch!"
The wounded bandit shouted in anger and punched her in the face, making her stagger back.
@Colapse @BloodySoulStealer

In the backlines Victor was about to charge at the bandits attacking Shaila, but the chieftain jumped on him from the roof. The horse bucked and squealed in fear, throwing Victor off it's back. The chieftain landed safely and stabbed Victor through the armor's weak point into his gut. He managed to kick the chieftain off him and get back on his feet drawing his sword out to defend himself. He was seriously injured however and the chieftain seemed to be toying with him.

No one had noticed Benjamin on the carriage's roof. He could hear Gwyneth's whimpering inside the carriage but could also see everything else happening. He was free to do whatever he wished.
@Vlayden


Enemies:
5 mad warriors
9 bandit mercenaries (one prone, several wounded)
1 chieftain

Shaila glanced back at Victor before she ducked beneath the blow aimed at her head. The other who had wanted her shield so badly... Well she was going to give it to him. She lunged forward and placed all of her weight behind the shield in an attempt to send the axe-wielding warrior skidding along the ground. She turned and made a dead-sprint towards Victor, whether she had her shield or not.

"Elisa!" She called out. "The other one!" She ordered with a glance at the swordsman she had been locked with. Hopefully Elisa would do something but if not, she pressed on regardless. "Victor! I'm coming! To me!" As she drew closer she went straight for the chieftain in the hopes of drawing his entire focus, each of her blows being little more than feints but at the same time, nothing he could ignore.

Perhaps it was a fool's endeavor, one which leave her hopelessly outnumbered, but she had to try, and trust.

@Maleth

As her spell worked it's energy upon the maddened warriors and she watched the results, Elisa drew some grim satisfaction from how the other madmen then avoided her which gave her a chance to recover from the casting, taking a few deep breaths to return her breathing to normal and let the pressure in her head subside.

However, the Mage then heard her name be called out by Shalia and saw the other woman's glance at the swordsman. Guessing that Shalia wanted her attacker removed, the Islander loaded up a normal bolt into her wrist-crossbow and fired it at the swordsman, before turning her mind to the matter of the Chieftain.

With Victor being wounded and in dire need of assistance now if he wanted to live, Ferifan made her way towards the Chieftain, taking a more roundabout way to try and avoid drawing attention to herself.... While drawing her other sword, preparing the two weapons for her strike against the leader of this band of marauders by stabbing him right in his back with her blades.

Urghak laughed heartily at the feeble attempts of his aggressors, closing the gap swiftly with his minimal amount of armour before quickly dispensing of the foe. He pulled the first victim close by his hair and tore his throat out with his teeth, spitting out a hunk of flesh as some of the blood splattered across his chest. He was born for this kind of ferocious and bloody combat. He moved less like a man while in his rallying frenzy and more like a vicious predator, picking up one of the fallen rocks used for ammunition and bashing the next targets skull to a pulp with it before gripping the next one as a human shield and forcing his way once more between the chef and the smith, using the living warrior as a fleshy bloodied shield which caught several fatal blows from the frenzied attackers before being dropped to the ground. "Get behind me and defend yourselves! For Elusine!" Urghak bellowed once more, hoping to inspire greater feats from the exhausted fighters. He kicked the bloodied now-corpse shield at his feet towards the enemies before him and roared, firmly wrapping two of his course hands around the handle of his weapon and preparing to strike once more.