"Amhain!" Barrafin roared out, as he immediately rushed to his friend's side, but the one he was already battling stopped him, his blade just barely missing the Marquis of Madra, as the assassin fully capitalized on this sudden stroke of luck, despite his own obvious confusion at the unexpected aid of this unknown ally.
But if he thought this was the opportunity they desperately needed to salvage this increasingly unfavourable situation, or at the very least to guarantee their lives with an easier escape, then he was gravely mistaken; especially as the previously tame Barrafin lost all reason at being so insolently halted, causing him to lash out like a rabid dog against the one who stood in his way, with his strikes no longer seeking a clean kill, but simply to draw blood.
And if blood he sought, then blood he found, as he lopped off his opponents arm at the elbow, sliced open his thigh till you saw the bone, and then skewered his brain to end their macabre duel.
