[h2]Jakobe Russenfalt[/h2]

Grunting in reply to Sanguin, moving towards her attacker with a look of anger in his eyes. "Since you've been so rude as to refuse our generous terms of not killing you, and you've hurt one of my allies, I have no choice but to destroy you utterly." Raising his halberd, Jakobe brought it down, severing the spearman's forearm from the rest of his body. As his weapon curved down towards the ground, Jakobe redirected it, bringing it forward into a one-armed stab, the spear-end of his halberd driving several inches into the other's chest before coming to a halt. 

Pulling his weapon out of the now-deceased bandit, Jakobe held tight as Thunderclap moved away from another attacker, but not without sustaining a long wound to his flank. Thankfully, the damage wasn't serious, but it would definitely become dangerous if left untreated. Glowering at the offending bandit, Jakobe grabbed his longsword in his off-hand as he replaced his halberd on his back. The attacker leapt backwards, trying to draw Sanguin and Jakobe apart, but the cavalier wasn't about to be fooled, sticking by his battle partner. "You gonna be alright, there?"