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Three more. The noble knew this was going to get dangerous- though with the unexpected arrival of the doctor, he felt a little more at ease- though his fighting style was a cause for concern. It was rather gleeful in taking the blood of his enemies.

At this point it didn't matter as they were fighting for their lives. He could only take on one at a time, so Taylor tried to make it quick. However, the assassins seemed to be getting smarter. This one had a pair of short swords. The combination of blocking and striking left Taylor dancing back and forth trying to avoid the deadly edges. If he blocked on, another would slice him. He needed to trap both. He slashed, which was promptly parried and countered. Taylor felt the rush of the sword shoot just past his neck as he trapped the blade with his bleeding left arm. The man tried to pull back, but Taylor darted in, jamming the short spear into the man's left shoulder. He dropped one of his swords, but was far from dead. His dominant arm, still held a sword, and the assassin had obviously been trained to withstand the pain. Swinging his left arm in a haymaker, Taylor had to duck and try and come under with a slash to the leg. However, the assassin pivoted, bringing the blade down and nearly lopping off Taylor's left hand. Taylor then rolled into the man, forcing him back and vaulted upright, twisting the epieu into a reverse grip and sinking it into the man's upper torso. He was fairly certain he had missed the heart, but the length of the spear tip had sunken completely into the man and caused a mortal wound.

However, the Assassin still had some spunk, and with a deft slash of the blade, cut into Taylor's left side. Stumbling back, Taylor watched the assassin try to limp after him, but blacking out from blood loss. Taylor struggled to his feet, determined to live up to his name as a nobleman. His left arm had been bleeding for quite awhile, though and with another wound on the nobleman, he couldn't fight both, the assassins, and the disease which ravaged his body at the same time. His vision blurred, and he was only standing for a few seconds before he dropped his short spear and collapsed to the floor.

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"Miss Pandora Elling." The doctor greeted tersely. He had just finished stomping on a man's pelvis until it was little more than a crumbly mush when three more assassins burst into the room. The nobleman to his right was visibly weakening, but he had his own matters to attend to right now. The Assassin facing him wielded a mace. Not the best way to subtly kill somebody, but it was very effective in making sure somebody WAS dead. Even a blow to the leg would have resulted in a cracked femur- an death sentence to those who received it. Well then, it was time to get out of the way.

The assassin gave a vicious overhand swing, a resounding thud reaching the Doctor as it made contact on the ground. Etzel had quickly sidestepped, kneeing the man in the right side and then grabbing his head and swinging him over to his left. He would have then stabbed him, but the Assassin recovered and broke his grip. He then did a backhand swing, nearly crushing Etzel's skull if he hadn't instinctively ducked. Etzel then slashed the man's left leg, sending him stumbling to the side. The doctor took the opportunity to give the man a devastating heel kick to the neck. Falling back, the assassin began to wheeze for breath, cutting off Etzel's attempt to follow up with another swing of the blunt weapon. The assassin then tackled Etzel, sending him to the floor. He raised his mace, preparing to crush the masked doctor, but Etzel rolled the man over as he raised the mace- using the upward force the man utilized to gain the high ground and began viciously stabbing the assassin in the chest. Two death blows and three flesh wounds that grouped together to be another fatal strike.

Getting up, he looked over to see the nobleman had collapsed. "This is where your magic has it's advantage, Miss Elling." He said. "I'll take care of the sleeping one, and you try and take care of the nobleman. I'll cover you." He withdrew his syringe once more, pulling out a vial and punching the needle through the thin foil that separated the liquid from open air. Withdrawing it's contents, Etzel threw the empty glass vial away and injected it into the woman's neck. No doubt she was going to die- it was a lethal dose of depressant. Within minutes, her systems will all shut down and she'll die in her sleep. He then put his syringe away, and readied himself in front of the group.