Roland fell over the lone Dark Elf as he focused on Iseldis, cutting the warrior across the back in a vain attempt at finishing the fight early. The Dark Elf's armor held strong, though, and he turned to hack at Roland in a flurry of blows that had the squire backpedaling. The Elf had a way of moving that was sinuous and unnerving, even though Roland could tell it was enraged and sloppy after the death of its comrades. 

It was at that point Iseldis was attacked by the Witch, and Roland felt like reality had slapped him across the face. They were so close to fleeing! This witch appears out of the darkness like a demon that continues to haunt them! A scimitar nicked his face suddenly, wet blotting his cheek as he kicked out on instinct. His heavy boot hit the Dark Elf in the chest and sent it back a few steps, and he needed to press the sudden room he had or he'd lose it again. 

He stabbed forward quickly, causing the Dark Elf to backpedal once more, and his next thrust was turned aside by both blades of his foe in a perfect block. He continued to run forward though, using his muscled bulk to bowl his opponent over. He received a welt on his forehead for his trouble from a hit with a scimitar hilt, and the Dark Elf leaped over the next table to keep himself from being pinned down. 

Roland thought quickly, and realized something he could do to use the Dark Elf's agility against him. He kicked out again, shoving the table the Dark Elf vaulted over toward him like a ramming bull. The Elf leapt nimbly above the sliding table, right into the path of Roland's swung sword. The Dark Elf almost impossibly had the reaction time to leap up once more, but then he found himself at the mercy of the air and gravity. 

Roland's sword pierced the Dark Elf's belly as he descended, black blood spilling onto Roland's face. "Eruvar take you, filth." He breathed, and slid the corpse off his sword as he turned. His mind screamed that he should have focused on helping Iseldis, and seeing her crumpled form brought a rage in him much like his dead opponent had. Fortunately for Roland, the Witch didn't know he was coming. His sword took out three of her spidery legs for her own lack of focus. 

The Dark Elf Witch cried out hoarsely, and she knocked him back with a spasm of another spider leg. "Oh, you seek to save your precious princess yes? The wandering, lonely little human who thinks himself a Knight?" She spat, enveloping him in a spell of shadow lightning that lifted him off the ground. "I will show you just how misplaced your affections and loyalty are, [i]boy[/i]!" He luckily couldn't hear her. He was screaming too loud. 
[@Luminosity]