"Silk, I could use a little help." Spoke the tactician dancing around weapons strikes and unleashing fire where he could. This was bad, magic was medium ranged kinda thing and fire especially could be dangerous if not properly aimed. So as he dodged and weaved the first axe wielder came rushing at him burying the hatchet in the wooden wall, Matthew gave him punch across the face then gave his friend a boot in the gut before rolling away. He wasn't as graceful as a thief but he could be light on his feet when wanted to. Sadly his kicks and punches while painful did not leave them unable to fight. A quick fire spell however immolated the one with his axe stuck in the barroom wall. "You guys are terrible, you telegraph your moves and you rely on sheer strength to make up for brainless tactics. Silk could have taken you by herself." He chuckled really hoping Silk had found him a sword by now.