Well…he wanted to get their attention. It worked. All four came after him and Aurin was immediately put on the defensive. His claymore swung up to catch a longsword in a parry. He then stepped back to avoid the swing of an axe. He worked his weapon in a figure eight for a moment in front of himself to keep his opponents back as he took stock of fighting styles and quality. He gave up a step of ground, then a second one. He was ready to retreat still further when suddenly the pressure eased away from him. One of the men jerked and fell and he caught of flash of dark hair and bright steel as the woman he decided to help, ended up helping him.
A second man turned from the Templar, and now it was two on one. He smirked slightly at that, and suddenly reversed his tactics. His parries became cuts and thrusts, his dodges became feints. He took a ringing blow against his shoulder with a mace that staggered him, but his armor held. The two he found himself facing wielded a longsword and dagger from one, and a mace and shield on the other.
The Templar thought quickly the mace wielder was less skilled. He over extended himself with wild swings. The man with the sword was more talented, but wore lighter armor. He parried a strike from the sword and stepped closer to the mace wielder with a deceptive swiftness. One metal-clad foot came down on the man’s toes, with all the weight of the Templar and his armor behind it. He could feel the bones crunch under the attack and the man screamed as he fell to the ground, one more scream added to the noise of the battle around him.
He turned his attention back towards the woman and her attackers for only a moment to see if she was still on her feet. It nearly cost him as he barely managed to parry a blow from the longsword. Gritting his teeth he took a slow step back towards the woman and her opponents as he went. This one would not let him disengage. Again a parry and again the swordsman dodged. He knew he needed to finish this quickly if he could, and get the woman out of here.