Myrda could do nothing to save the dying guard who had been skewered by the flung sword. She grimaced at the brutal sight despite being pretty battle hardened. This was exactly why she wanted to fight him herself. Normal people would just get in the way and get killed like he had. She implied as much to the other guards, “Make protecting the civilians your priority and aiding the injured. Avoid confrontation with him unless absolutely necessary to achieve that purpose. I will try to lure him away from the population centers.” She gave chase through the house, out into the alley, and past the women laying motionless on the dirty ground with hardly a second glance. Although she had compassion, she knew that stopping the villain as soon as possible would do far better good than stopping to check on them in what was likely a futile effort. Besides, that’s what the other guards were for anyways, if they followed her instructions. They were not legally obligated to obey a Paladin’s orders, but they tended to do so if they knew what was best for them. It was more of an unspoken rule than anything. At first she couldn’t locate him, although the echoing howl down the narrow corridors got her on the right track. She caught up to him just as his hand was punched through the man’s neck. He sure seemed to have a fascination with attacking people’s necks, didn’t he? She charged forward to cleave at the attacker’s waist from right to left with a powerful swing, although not enhanced to her fullest extent. He was more powerful than a mere mortal but not powerful enough to warrant her “powering up”, so to speak. If he was still a danger to others than she would have to do so to stop him as quickly as possible, but now that she had him in her sights she wouldn’t have to do so. She didn’t have anything against doing so, it was more like she didn’t feel the need to bother. Perhaps he could give her some more excitement if they fought on more even terms for a bit before she finished him off. That is if he survived her opening attack.