The short one lunged

The short one lunged, his mistake.  She had been well trained, and as his sword darted toward her, she traced a line down his arm with her blade.  He was obviously surprised, dropping his sword even though the wound was minor.  She stepped forward, sacrificing some of the safety of the chimney, by placing a foot firmly on the sword.

     The tall one shifted, almost out of her view, and she turned just in time.  He was more skilled, and had greater reach.  Her sword blocked his, but then the leader struck as well.  She dropped to the ground, rolling to the side, and avoiding the second blow, but her wings got in the way.

     She lay on her back panting, and the leader placed his sword at her throat.  “Drop your sword!”

     She complied, though she kept its location in mind, waiting, no hoping, for them to make a mistake.  The one she had cut came forward, “I want to cut her, it’s only fair.”

     The leader scowled, but nodded, and the short one placed his sword on her arm.  She flinched, and he laughed.  “Maybe, I’ll have a little fun instead?”  He put his sword at her belly and slashed upward.  This sliced skin, and ripped the fabric from navel to neck.  “Now I will finish you off for good!”

     As he pulled his sword back, a new masculine voice said, “Stop, what are you doing?”  The three almost cowered in his presence.  A blonde haired pretty faced male with perfect muscular physique stood before her.  He wore a simple black cape and underneath a toga of the same color. “I sent you to save a life, not to take one.”