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A knife whistled past Tobias's ear as he jerked his head to the side and broke into a dead run. As he closed to a melee with the two assassins, he slashed his daggers out wildly. His attacks succeeded only in putting his enemies off balance and causing one to step backwards - which, of course, was all he was hoping for. Tobias flourished his arm downward and sent one of his daggers flying towards his foe's now outstretched boot.

The man cried out and dropped down to tug the knife out of his foot, grimacing as he did so. This left Tobias with one dagger and one enemy - a net positive change, he thought. The assassin came at him with a flurry of cuts and stabs, which Tobias only narrowly managed to twist his body out of the way of, even taking a superficial cut on his thigh. The wound was inconsequential, but painful, although the blow allowed Tobias to catch a glimpse of what the man was wearing on his belt. [i]Manacles. [b]Slavers.[/b][/i]

Tobias sidestepped, bringing his blade up. The assassin's gaze followed the knife automatically as it spun in the air a mere inch from the rogue's hands. A parlor trick, not an attack, but it took the man's attention away from the nimble fingers grabbing at the irons.

The thief, suffice it to say, had a lot of experience with wrist irons. He could even do a trick or two with them.

Tobias gripped the cuffs by one end and flicked the chain up, snapping the manacle shut around the man's wrist before he'd noticed what had happened. A perplexed look just barely crossed the assassin's face when Tobias caught the knife he'd tossed up and tugged at the chain.

With a knife in one hand and the chain in the other, Tobias was able to keep his foe off-balance. The man lunged, Tobias yanked his wrist left with the manacles, sending his charge twisting off and exposing his back to the rogue. The assassin was rewarded with a quick stab for his trouble before spinning around, slashing wildly. Tobias yanked again, downwards, elbowed the man in the face as he went lurching. 

The other assassin was recovering now, brandishing the bloody knife that had just been embedded in his foot. Tobias stepped, twisting the man around with the chain to keep him in between the rogue and his comrade. 

Tobias heard the sound of hoofbeats behind him and knew that the horseman was making another pass. Instinctively, he tucked his head in and dropped to the floor, and the short-sword went whizzing over his head once again.

Just as the horse passed, Tobias flicked the chain again, snapping the other cuff around the animal's leg and relinquishing it.

The unfortunate assassin barely had a moment to register what had happened before being yanked off his feet and dragged, bouncing and rolling, behind the charging horse, hollering all the while. 

Tobias rose and immediately stepped back from the other assassin's attack. The man punched him in the head once, twice, three times, kicked him in the knee and shoved him backwards. The rogue dropped his dagger and fell backwards into the dust.

He scrambled to his feet and held up his empty hands in a show of surrender as the assassin advanced on him. "Alright, alright, you got me! Good effort," he said, breathing heavily, head pounding.

The man gave no reply, save a snarl, and reached for the dagger at his belt to find it missing. Confused, the assassing fumbled all over his clothes for a moment, hands seeking one of his weapons, before he snapped his gaze back to the surrendering thief.

Tobias shrugged slightly and flicked his wrists, sliding two familiar-looking daggers out of his sleeves and into his hands as a grin plastered on his face.