Loki and Sylvie (multiples welcome!)
Loki noticed and rushed forward, trying to jab a dagger into the side of the Dark Elf's neck. They bent away at the last second and he countered quickly, jabbing the point down into their elbow instead, where there was no armor plating. Their foe cried out and he quickly pulled Sylvie away to break contact. As he did, he narrowly avoided a knife swipe that nicked a sleeve and left a cut on his upper arm.
The Dark Elf reached for something on their belt, and Loki knew they had no time to waste. Even if the blade was poisoned, they could weather it for longer than some other races could. But they couldn't weather one of the Kursed or a black hole grenade being thrown like this.
He looked at Sylvie knew they didn't stand a chance with her addled. With the illusions of panicked patrons still confusing a couple of the attackers, Loki shapeshifted them both. Sylvie became an acorn, and he a falcon. A talon held the nut in it's grasp as the bird took flight, heading for the doorway. It was a strategic retreat to a better location, where he unshifted them both in the corridor and leaned her against a wall.
"Sylvie?" he said, lightly patting the side of her face to get her to focus.