A score of men was not good odds for them, Cyrdic thought darkly. But he'd be damned if he ran from common Brigands. Ivan roared like some great bear, and leaped into the fray like a whirling madman. Skaldi charged in like some short, ugly bull, shield leading. He must have broken two men's legs just by his bullrush. If one looked closely, you could see the cleaver hacking up and down within the mob of men. 

Cyrdic had carefully aimed his pistol, and fire into the heart of them as they'd rushed the lesser group, scoring a kill. He was no marksmen, but he was good under pressure. With that, and cried out "For the Empire!" which, in hindsight, was a bit odd considering the Empire wished him imprisoned or dead. The muscled Ostlander cut unto the small line of brigands that had their attentions elsewhere, before engaging in smaller duels, blocking with his shield and splitting stomach and skulls when the opportunity presented itself. It left the flanks wide open for Camilla and the other two Sailors. 

To the would-be murderer's dismay, the group did not seem to be going down quite so easily as they had hoped. A few of the men in the back began backpedalling, which left the men at the front that much thinner in numbers. Cyrdic knew a route when he saw one, and cried out a premature roar of victory as he hamstrung one of the fleeing pirates. His punched him with the hilt of his broadsword, sagging the man to the ground. They would need someone to question...
[@Penny]