[center][b]Collab between Whirlwind & Enalais[/b][/center]

Wren looked up in time to see an arrow flying towards a figure, she realized was Rand moving into the thick of things. Her eyes widened and she dove towards him shoving him out of the arrows path and letting it slice near their heads. Breathing heavily she looked at him as she backed off, shaking her head. [b]”Mind the skies,”[/b] she said with a nod, before looking around them to see they were starting to become overwhelmed with footsoldiers. Her instincts kicked in and she turned her body, pressing her back against Rand’s so they could fight from all angles.

Rand removed his sword from the gut of an enemy, he looked around for another footman to sink his blade into, but as he turned to get moving he was push to the side and the hiss of an arrow passing too close filled his ears. Looking over he saw that Wren had saved his life and she gave him a warning and a nod which he aptly returned. As she pressed his back against his, The knights heart seemed to skip a beat, but he stood at the ready. “I bet I’ll kill more than you.” The knight muttered, sizing up the group of men already. 

Wren chewed her bottom lip, hazel eyes unwavering while she kept her back pressed to Rand’s, taking in every enemy near them and their weapons. Her ears twitched at Rand’s challenge, changing her serious nature for the moment and making her smirk, eyes dancing. [b]”In your dreams,”[/b] she said quietly, the first of the infantrymen coming at her with a mace. She chuckled under her breath before her sword work began, moving and dodging when she needed to but keeping against her fellow mercenary so he would feel how she was dodging and not get caught by the same blows.

Rand felt Wren already get engaged in her own fight, a couple of men stepped forward ready to engage the knight, one armed with a long dagger and the other hefting a two handed sword. Rand shifted his stance so he could keep close to Wren and engaged. Parrying aside the man with the dagger was child's play, the man with the two hand tried to catch Rand while he was busy but ended up with a sword through the chest for thinking the knight was easy prey. “One”

Rand said and went back to dealing with the footsoldier with the dagger. 

Wren blocked the mace at all angles, but another man ran up with a long sword. She licked her lips, grasping the mace just above the handle while the man looked over at his fellow soldier, using the opportunity to plunge her short sword through his body. As he cried out and fell, his buddy swung his sword. Wren twisted the mace out of the other man’s hands, ducking slightly and swinging the weapon towards the man’s knees. He dropped, but still held tight to his sword, which Wren began defending against. He faltered because of his injury and she sliced his throat with ease. [b]”Two. Easy,”[/b] she said breathing heavily, 2 more coming at the woman.

“Doesn’t sound like it.” Rand said, parrying another swipe from the man with the dagger. The footman was wearing down pretty quickly, but there was no sign of sweat or increased effort upon Rands brow, the footmans last effort came in swinging his dagger wildly. Rand easily countered and cut the man’s knuckle on his good hand causing him to drop his dagger, Rand gave the man time to pick it up. Before cutting into the man’s neck above the shoulder, the man let out a surprised gasp as Rand put his boot on his opponent's chest and withdrew his blade. “Two.” He said, his breath heavy as he picked up the fallen footmans long dagger and shifted so he was standing next to Wren. Using the dagger he took one of the men by surprise and jammed it through his chin. “And three.” He chuckled. 

[b]“Oh shut up,”[/b] Wren mumbled at Rand’s teasing words, readying herself for the man coming at her with an axe. The other had a sword, and she placed him as second priority. At the moment her blade stopped the one’s axe though, Rand turned and killed the swordsman. [b]”Don’t,”[/b] pushing the man’s axe away, [b]”Make”[/b] kicking him hard in the gut [b]”Me kill you,”[/b] spinning half way to meet the axe again [b]”To get to”[/b] sliding out from under the weight of the axe and slashing down with all her might onto where the man’s neck met his shoulder [b]”Three!”[/b] she said breathlessly, sweat on her brow. She glanced over to Rand next to her and smiled. [b]”Thanks though,”[/b] she said, before turning in the direction Rand had been previously, a man with a short sword meeting hers.

“They look scared.” Rand shouted, studying these men. Looks of fear on almost all of them, one who didn’t seem afraid stepped forward sword in hand ready to challenge the knight. The soldier went for a stab but Rand slapped it aside with his blade. Rand slightly pushed Wren out of the way, so this man’s blade would miss her as he took a dive and a roll. Coming up he slashed the back of the man’s legs bringing him to the ground, a downward stab finished the footman off. Nobody stepped forward to challenge Rand after that. 

Wren was fighting off the man before her, seemingly the last one stepping forward towards her. He was quite skilled as well, not that she would ever admit anyone was nearly at her level. The clang of metal rang out as they sparred. She felt a push and got distracted for a brief second, getting missed by the blade Rand had saved her from, but just stopping the other blade as it sliced into the same spot she’d already been injured, this time to the bone. She cried out, arms shaking a bit while holding back the other sword, but her resolve strengthened in her mind and she let out a huff while pushing the man back once more. She swung a bit haphazardly, but managed to catch an open spot and stabbed the man through. She stabbed him again for good measure, irritated he’d caught her.

As Wren cried out, Rand spun around. “Are you alright?” He shouted grabbing her arm and giving it the once over, his voice full of concern and worry as his hand grabbed her’s. “Was this my fault?” He asked, he asked speaking a bit faster but he was still full of concern as he studied her wound. 

[b]”I’m fine,”[/b] she said, a bit wearily as she too looked at the wound, seemingly unimpressed by it but sighing. [b]”No, it was my fault,”[/b] she said, moving her arm in a shrugging motion and looking up at Rand. Her face didn’t show any pain, though her eyes might have, as it did hurt though she was too proud to allow herself to cry out again.

Rand looked into her eyes, she was lying through her teeth but he allowed her to save face. “Alright.” He said and then continued on. “It seems we tied, and since i am a man of honor the victory goes to you. So what are your terms Wren?” He asked a slight smile on his face as he wiped some blood out of his eyes.

Wren let her hand fall from Rand’s and smiled, shaking her head. [b]”I don’t believe now is the time to discuss it,”[/b] she said in an amused voice, nodding over to where Joachim and Atl were fighting. [b]”You’re more use to them than I at the moment,”[/b] she managed to admit, turning her sword over a few times in her hand. [b]”Go,”[/b] she said firmly.