Cadi dodged another ball of flying rock, which landed somewhere off to her right but from the lack of screaming probably didn’t hit anyone else—damn, and shifted just enough to scan behind her. Still too many men trying to kill her, despite the corpse by her feet and the woman with a hopefully broken knee cap—and that was more than enough trying to track the fight. Cadi dodged the sword arcing towards her head, lifted her shield to block an arrow, and tried to shift enough that the second sword would hit her shoulder instead of her ribs.
That proved a moment later, as the man stumbled, to be completely unnecessary. Cadi spent the moment in between blocking yet another arrow-- she'd have to kill the archer first chance she saw-- and stabbing the nearest fighter trying to figure out which of the bandits was clumsy enough to trip his buddy. She took in two blades, small and slight, elven in the moment between strikes; and then, with a jolt of surprise, kicked the guy he just tripped in the head. Hard enough to not be an accident or a bit of revenge on a poorly liked comrade. So she had an ally. Odd.
The fight pulled Cadi away from the other elf before she could get a second look at him. Not that she likely would have anyway; too many weapons still trying to take her head off, even with someone else drawing some of the blows. Still, six men were easier to handle than twelve, which gave Cadi a chance to shove one of them to the ground and aim a kick at his ribs in between dealing with the others. An axe thudded into Cadi's shoulder a moment later, sending a bolt of pain down her arm even with her armor taking the worst of the blow. By the time she'd turned to retaliate, though, the man had an arrow in his leg. Apparently she had two allies. Very odd.
When the dwarf appeared, giving a properly fierce battle cry, Cadi decided this was a dream, or possibly a dying hallucination. It was at least a nice one, even if it lacked Rhys, so she added her voice to the noise, grabbed at the bloodlust and rage until there was just enough thought left to sort ally from target, and let herself enjoy the fight.