Nilori and Cirilyn Sehenna, a pair of sisters clad in gleaming steel armour. Each held a sword, in their right hand, Nilori with a shield and Cirilyn with a crossbow in their left. The twins shared each other's athletic build, green eyes and long, ginger hair, hidden almost entirely by their helmets. They never went anywhere without each other. Not necessarily because they [i]wouldn't[/i], it was more because they [i]couldn't[/i]. They were conjoined twins, fused togther at the back. It was Cirilyn who first saw the fight. They decided to wait, see how it would turn out. They didn't know who was the bad guy here. The man was the more obviously agressive one, but the girl wielded a glaive and demonstrated magical capabilities, so was not to be underestimated either. Even with this magic, though, the girl had been knocked to the floor. She seeemed sure to die, even if the man had retreated. They had to intervene. They ran between the pair that had been fighting. Nilori faced the man, her shield raised in case of any attacks he might make to his surprise guest. Cirilyn stood over the girl and cocked her crossbow, pointing it at the girl's head and saying [colour=ForestGreen][i][b]"Don't move. We're not gonna kill anyone who doesn't give us a reason to. So, if you value your pretty head, stay still.[/b][/i][/colour]