Flint Ironwood, angry.Flint tossed Sadril's sword to the ground in anger.
,,Damn quickfooted Kwama!" He shouted.
The Breton now paid attention to the remaining assassins.
,,If you value your live, you will leave." He told them as he unsheathed his second blade. Instantly, he unleashed a telekinetic barrage from the blades. Blasts to hurl the assassins of their feet where joined by sharp blades of air.
(Hmm, I'm off to bed. Basically, Flint is providing some long-range firre support during this battle. And uh, he can miss.

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