[x] Group up.
Attack Roll: 7k3=16
Damage Roll: 6k3=40
"Group up!" you shout. "Don't fight them alone!"
Shasa glances at you and nods, backing away from her opponents while still keeping her full attention on them. Shirou, meanwhile, simply jumps back as another knife swing comes for him and lands near by.
In but a moment you are all together, standing back to back. The remaining five assailants close in on you from all sides, knives and kama glinting in the lantern light. But while they make little lunging motions, they do not attack. The gaps are closed, and it's obvious they're seeking an opening.
In this brief moment of calm, you see that all the tables for this outdoor theater have been abandoned. The actors have fled, as well, and the streets are almost barren of people aside from a few watching from windows. It's not surprising, honestly. Combat is your duty, but that is not true for all people. And these foes are inhuman in their capabilities.
Truthfully, the only surprising thing is that everyone cleared out so quickly. You've only been fighting for a short while. Not even two minutes. You don't feel tired, not with the adrenaline pumping through your body, but you know you're going to feel sore when this is over. Even now you can feel the ache in your arm where that kama cut you. It's not bad enough to be distracting, but it's close.
The man Shasa injured, with the cut through his eye, strikes out toward you. It is not a badly executed attack, and this person obviously knows how to handle knives. However, it is still not enough. You turn and the attack glances off your armor, doing nothing.
With a hard shove of your shoulder the man stumbles back, and then you smash your tetsubo into his chest. The force of your blow rips through his leathery hide and shatters his ribcage, leaving a gaping hole where his torso used to be. He doesn't even get a chance to scream as he falls back. He simply looks down at his chest, wide eyed, before looking back up at you.
And then all life leaves him, and he collapses.
The remaining four attackers hesitate for a moment, just circling around you and your companions as they seek out weaknesses in your formation. This fight has obviously not gone as they wanted, not with three of their number dead and the rest wounded. Even with you and your allies injured, this battle became very even very quickly. And you don't figure these people are much for a fair fight.
A fight that shifts even more in your favor as an arrow erupts in the chest of the first man you struck, and he falls to the ground gasping for air.
"Halt!" a woman cries, nocking another arrow. Eight armored Samurai are behind her, swords drawn. "Halt in the name of the Magistrates!"
The remaining three look at each other for but a second, and then dart off. In but a moment they are in the alleyways and out of the light, revealing no sign they'd been there at all save for their blood on the ground. It is as if they just vanished like smoke. You keep your eyes on those shadows, and your grip tight on your tetsubo, even as the magistrates approach.
"Toma, Chiaki," the leader says, motioning to two of the masked Scorpion Samurai in her group. "Take two companions each and follow after them. Do not let them get away."
"Yes, Asami-san," both Toma an Chiaki say, quickly gathering two people each from their squad and heading out into the shadows after the assailants. Asami, obviously the leader, nods after them before turning to you, scowling.
"What happened here?" she growls, and even though she's masked you can tell her expression is like she just finished chewing rocks.
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