A spurt of red, and a cry of pain from Miral as a blade went through her foot. Despite his injuries slowing his reactions, Taris still was faster than most, and took the opportunity to throw an orb of flame and ice into her chest. The other assassin was knocked of the carriage by the impact, rolling in a heap along the ground before being blasted into the air as the ball exploded. “Good man, Envy,” he muttered with a feral smile.

The night became a flurry of motion as Taris began spraying spears of ice and tongues of fire all around, the assassins weaving between spells. A quick pause in attacking to throw a shield above and to the sides of Russel to help protect the boyo, gave another assassin the opportunity to get to the door. Taris turned back in time to see the ward he put up activate, ice blades piercing through the assailant’s hand as it closed around the handle, cutting it to pieces.

Taris reached into the bag of gems and pulled out a handful, letting them hover around him. Best to try and end this quickly. Blasts of energy went off in all directions, homing in on the assassins, but only hitting a couple. They were good, the elf had to admit. He would have to focus his attacks.
But the most important person in the world was below him, unconscious, helpless…

The black mist flared from his eyes with fury. “I will kill you all.”