"Sounds like a grand plan, and I like our odds, this will be much more of a challenge for me anyhow." He rolled his shoulder, stretching out a bit before taking a greater grip on his sword, he let out his breath, then charged at the knights before they could make the first move, slapping them about with the flat side of the sword, he had mental made an area around Skye, and he wouldn't let anyone get past it. He also had mental a line drawn where if they crossed it, he had accepted the fact he might have to kill his fellow swordsmen. 

As a few other knights joined eyes equally as miscoloured from Fin's point of view, it got harder and harder to not use a fatal strike to keep them back, he almost let one get through earlier, and had paid for it with a cut on his left forearm. "How much longer milady?" He spoke as he slide back on his feet, taking a blow from three at once, "This knights are unskilled, but holding back is not something I am used to, actually it is an insult."