Winter glances at Vic and she casually rests her arm on his shoulders. “Vic here wanted some more help with the shabti. Right, Vic?” She squeezes his shoulder a little.

Sorcha dodges his slashes and puts her sword arm across his throat and she puts her foot behind his, driving him down to the floor. She puts a knee across his waist and stabs him in the heart with her sword. 

Asa grunts softly as she falls, her knees tucked in to her chest to keep him off. She uses her legs to push him away and she gets to her feet, quite limber despite the amount of blood she’s losing.