Imenry cut down one man, and another approaching at her side was taken down by an arrow. A nod towards Lalin and she was moving forward to intercept a man who'd come diving out of the brush. She raised her claymore for another blow. Around her there was shouting, talking. The man she'd recognized also seemed to recognize Conlan. Unsurprising. As former mercenaries, the two of them had moved in similar circles. Even if it had put them at odds in the past.
She turned her blade to smash the pommel into the face of the attacker, blood and spittle spurting from his mouth. She kicked outwards, sending him sprawling and brought another blow down to finish him off. She really wanted to know just who these attackers were, what they wanted and why they were here. Who knew about them taking this path, even? But questions could wait until the remains of the fighters had been cut down.
A quick look around told her they had thinned their numbers and more than just Erik had turned on their comrades, abandoning the fight.