As Kire faced the male head one, the dark-skinned stranger retreated, luring the female elf away from her partner. He moved his feet quick, making sure to avoid the blade the female held, as well as her grasp. He had no armour. He wore only weak fabric, his second hand sword nothing compared to the elf's, or the foreigner's. One bad move, and he would lose his life, and spend the rest of his days haunting to stupid woman for bringing them here. 

"[i]Ignore him.[/i]" The male barked at the female in their guttural tongue. "[i]She's the one.[/i]"
The female hissed loudly. "[i]You don't give me orders.[/i]" She snarled, not backing away from the dark-skinned man in cloth. 
"[i]Kill him and be done with it.[/i]" The male ordered anyway, earning another hiss. 
He swallowed, looking between the two elven giants. "[i]You don't take prisoners.[/i]"
The female laughed again, the sound cold. "[i]We do when it suits us.[/i]"
"They want you alive." The man said as he ducked, bowing beneath a swing of that lethal sword, then he vanished, narrowly avoiding the out-swung arm of his opponent. He reappeared further away, luring her, still. "That's not like them."
"[i]What does he say?[/i]" The male asked as he paused in his attacks, wiping his arm across the gash in his side. It bled heavily, but he didn't react to it more than one would react to a paper cut.
"[i]He is warning her.[/i]"

They both growled, then, looking from Kire to the cloth-wrapped man. Then, without warning, they disappeared at the same time, without a trace, just as he could. He exhaled, eyes wide. "Run!" He shouted at the woman before he tore down the road toward her.

They reappeared, positioning themselves on either side of where he had stood seconds before. Strategically, they swung their blades; even with the male's broken weapon, it would have cut deep into his torso. When they saw he wasn't there, they whirled around, snarling. But he threw himself against the armoured woman and vanished, taking her with him. 

The world went black, pressure and a noiseless wind pressing on them, like they walked through a waterfall. He kept his feet moving, dragging the intruder with him, emerging seconds later inside the chapel. Hooking his hand into a crevice of her armour, he crouched, taking her down with him to squat behind the altar. "If we survive this I'm going to kill you." He swore at her, pulling his mask down to allow himself to breath. He sweat, his skin glistening. Along the left side of his cheek, from his cheekbone down, were long, thin, scarred gouges. Four of them, disappearing down his jaw and into the folds of his keffiyeh.

He inhaled, unease settling into his core. This wouldn't hide them. With the hole in the wall, the air had cleared, and the reek of the blood within wouldn't cover their scent. Not the two of them against two hunters. "Why are they after you? What the fuck did you do?"