Razeluxe
The hybrid's path was obstructed by a group of unfamiliar people as he just shy of reaching Shyc and Dinan. He was able to shoot a quick look around what would be come the battlefield, spying what he consider a mage, clad in robes further behind these men, as well as his two comrades. Shyc was not deceased, which although his face did not betray this fact, he was certainly relieved to see. Dinan, on the other hand, was already beginning the slaughter, carving a man down within a mere few seconds of Razeluxe's arrival. The angel would do more than occupy anyone who attempted to strike the weakened Shyc, Razeluxe was sure, so it was left to deal with this group of foes that barred his path to their ranged threat.
Shield at the ready, sword in-hand, he was prepared to engage in this battle. There were not too many foes that he would be overwhelmed. Judging by the lack of intense effort (or so it seemed) for Dinan to cut down these men, they were not masters at combat.
The enemy made the first move, sending but three of their four men, with each of the men lagging behind the other by only a few paces. The first of the bunch, wielding a longsword by its lonesome, swung in a - to Raze - slow, vertical slash from top to bottom, aimed for the elf. His shield was raised, ready to parry the blow almost before he had even brought his sword up, and when the shield and the foe's sword collided, Raze's counterslash was so swift the poor man might not have even realized he had been dispatched of for a few moments. He'd used the momentum of the blade to cause the man to stumble, but then in quick and precise movements, brought his sword up in a diagonal motion through the man's throat, a ruby mist forcing its way out of the wound. Without missing a beat, he stepped back away from the attacker and brought his shield back up to defend against the others, the shield taking the majority of the bloodspray aimed at him. His first foe, possibly unable to even comprehend his own death, attempted to spot where he had been cut, only to find he was soaked from the neck down in his own blood. When it finally hit him, he fell like a log to the forest floor, limp as any corpse would be.
The other two, perhaps figuring that attacking blindly might lead to a similar fate, slowed to a stop before the soldier, glaring at Razeluxe with nearly palpable animosity emanating from them both. He had, after all, made fairly short work of a comrade and possible friend. This brief pause in battle lasted less than the span of two seconds, before the two men decided to attack him at the same time, one with a larger hammer that seemed like a fairly poor choice of weapon in these woods but with a larger build to support it, the other one with a spear and a slimmer body. Whether it was fate deciding to make this conflict a tad bit easier, or it was simply luck, another of the men that hard presumably been engaged in combat with Dinan, had the misfortune of not slamming into a tree, but his comrades, when hit with the angel's last attack. Had he not the many years of experience on the battlefield, Razeluxe might've been confused at what had happened, but in reality, he only saw this as an opening to dispatch his prey, as they seemed to have been knocked unconscious from the collision. He had taken swift but cautious steps towards the downed men, but backed off when the larger man rustled and quickly jumped to his feet. It seemed as though he was a bit harder to deal with than the others.
Almost as if entirely unfazed by earlier events (he had actually been the one who took the bulk of the flying man), he once again gripped onto his hammer after kneeling down to pick it up, grunting more in annoyance than pain as he did so. Razeluxe had kept his distance. A hammer such as that might be slow, but the reach was better than Razeluxe's, and it would likely be better to wait for an opening to close that distance than it would be to rush in and have his head crushed like a melon. The man, gripping the hammer with both hands and charged forwards towards Raze, bringing the hammer upwards like a crooked uppercut, to which he was answered by a swift sidestep out of harm's way, or so it might seem at first. A display of both strength and familiarity with the weapon, the man was about to even twist his body and make a wide arc with the hammer in a pace that was surprisingly quick for its weight. The blow, of course, was blocked with the elf's shield, but the sheer power behind the attack nearly knocked from his feet, and you can be sure his arm would be sore tomorrow. The two recovered at about the same time, with Razeluxe attempting to take his chance at getting in range for his sword. Seeing this, the foe decided upon moving his grip up the handle and making a shorter arc for the hammer to swing with. Unfortunately for him, not taking a chance to separate the two was a fatal mistake, as it gave Razeluxe the advantage he needed to end the man's life.
There was certainly less power behind the blow from the hammer now that he was much much closer, and Razeluxe was not reluctant to absorb the blow once more with his shield, only this time he put all his strength into pushing the hammer away from him, bringing the shield back to strike the man with two blows from the shield, and finally impaling the man through the torso with his own blade, dragging it straight up. Motions like these were perfected long ago, making this combo seem almost rehearsed, when in fact it was simply improvised. From the area where he had originally been stabbed, the man started bleeding and his eyes began to dim shortly after Razeluxe picked up his foot and kicked the man back with all his might. The man came crashing down with a loud thud, and it reminded the hybrid of a certain saying when dealing with bigger enemies.
However, though he may have dealt with these few, there were still some men left, and seeing this, Razeluxe decided to hop to his ally's aid to finally be done with this conflict. As he regrouped with Dinan, he noticed that Willow had managed to deal with the enemy mage. If he had to guess, she did not end that woman's life, as was the norm for the generous Willow. He turned his head to face his two nearer comrades, giving Dinan a nod as he faced him, then turning his attention to Shyc briefly. His youngest ember had most definitely seen better days, but he was not dead, and although he would never allow his face to betray this fact, Dane was certainly happy that he had not lost a member of his small family.
"The rest is nothing we can't handle, right?" he asked in a confident tone. There were less foes than there were a few minutes ago, and none of his mercenaries had perished. He figured this was warranted, as even these fools would likely be losing any morale they had before when the realized their numbers weren't enough to make a difference against superior strength, training, and cooperation.