It took all of his training to keep up with the Dark Elf swordsman, and somehow he still felt he was being somewhat toyed with after he struck. Elves were not unknown to his Chapter, and he was always told that his strength would be his greatest asset against an elf, as the Elf would be far quicker and have decades, if not centuries of experience in swordplay. 

At the moment, he found it hard to even be able to lay a hand on his opponent to use his strength, and he blocked and parried and attacked as savagely as he could while Iseldis and the other two dark elves maneuvered and fought not a scant 3 meters away. He knew she had drawn both of the others away to save his life, but who would save hers? Gareth struggled and cried out as the two fought for their lives, futilely attempting to break free of his bonds despite days upon days of trying. 

Roland heard Iseldis' body crash into a cabinet, and his heart sunk as he imagined a blade entering her heart. It was then he did something that he didn't expect he would ever do, and if even he didn't expect it, how could his opponent? With a cry, he slashed at the Dark Elf, who nimbly leapt back, only to see its eyes widen in shock as Roland threw his sword at the dark elf. Of course, throwing one's sword was never an effective tactic, but the dark elf held its arms up to guard its face and was knocked slightly aback by the weight of the weapon. 

Roland had spun, taking his knightly dagger out of its sheathed and he launched himself at the Dark Elf that stalked Iseldis. The last thing it expected was the 'male primitive' to attack him, and grabbing the Dark Elf, he plunged his dagger between its breastplate and facehelm, ending its life. On instinct, Roland felt as much as heard a blade rushing toward his position and he flung himself over the same table to land heavily beside Iseldis, grimacing at the fall. 

"How are we lookin'?" He asked hoarsly, more than anything trying to lighten the mood of a very grim situation. He didn't have his blade anymore, and there were still two enemies left to face. He pulled himself up as best as he could, holding his dagger at the ready as Iseldis took her own stance. 
[@Luminosity]