Heart beating, head racing, and his spirit dancing, Orion held fast. All around him bandits were falling one by one to De, the fellow he had called a companion and charged in with; and to the others, whom he had no knowledge. Though, with a rising suspicion, he felt as if their paths entwined for a reason. Hopefully, that reason ended well. If not for him, then at least for De. 

The sound of an axe ripping through flesh pulled him back into the now, the battle, and the bandits. They had been reduced down to a mere sliver of what they had been. It also appeared that the hostages had been freed as well, whether that was good to do so early, without knowing their intentions was good or not, Orion didn't exactly have the time about him to ask. Not that he would inquire such a thing anyway. His silk gaze fixed it's smooth stare at his last, and final opponent, who had been weakened for the kill by De. 

This bandit had a gash along his left leg, his hide armor was coated with blood. Though, it looked as though it was dried, remnants of his past battles. Orion couldn't help but wonder how he was capable of such a thing, to live with the memory of those that you killed on you. It didn't settle well with him, not at all. Watching carefully as his opponents sword raised, Orion mirrored it, his own amber sword raising and shining against the tavern lighting. Both stared hard at each other, the noises around them seeming to fade. Twirling his sword, Orion faked forward, pulling his attacker towards him, and sidestepped around the oncoming force. With a strain on his arm, he swung his arm back, sharp blade slicing through the hide and skin of the bandits back, causing him to slink to the floor in pain. 

Agility was something that Orion relied heavily on, as well as his ability to control himself. He not only relied on this technique, but he lived by it, shadows of his combat form in his everyday activities. As the bandit screamed in pain at the deep gash previously sliced into his back, Orion walked over to him, sword lightly dragging against the ground. "You've fought many battles my friend..." He raised his sword above his hooded head, his mask flattening and waving with each word.
 "Herein lies your last." As soon as he ended the sentence, the screaming stopped. Replaced with the sound of a blade ripping through armor, and flesh. Orion grimaced lightly at the feel, again telling himself it wasn't like before, he was helping this time. That thought fresh in his mind, he tore his sword from the chest of the limp body, using his foot to help pull the blade from the loose, yet plentiful flesh. 

He gave a quick glance around the tavern, locking his gaze on the bandit that had been knocked across the room. With a lopsided smirk dawning on his face, Orion twirled his sword once more before stepping over to the bar, making sure to keep a bit of distance between himself and the two women already there, though they had been the ones he had first seen to attack the bandits, he wasn't all that sure of their intentions. Which, he came to realize, they probably didn't know his or De's as well. That would most definitely have to be settled, lest he want to end up like that man on the ground near the pair.