You bat aside two swords and cut through the stomach of two cultists on your way toward their leader. He is casting and you are sure the death magic he spills forth will not be good for you, no matter how invulnerable you might be. Your short sword pierces through his throat before he can complete his incantation.
You whirl as two more cultists attack from the sides. Your short sword spins in a figure eight in front of you, cutting unique lines onto the face of one, and moments later, as you thrust it under your own arm, impaling the man behind you.
You turn just in time to see Talandor leaping with his two daggers onto the back of a cultist while Kanow hides beneath the table. A dead cultist lays just in front of him, a dagger buried in his throat.
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