Keep him distracted, the woman said. Easy enough. The moment the blue flash enveloped her and she disappeared, he followed suit, shifting his weight to roll as he disappeared. When he reemerged outside the chapel, he was upright, a feral grin on his face as he stood within the line of sight of the two of them. They both turned toward him, matching grins blossoming on their faces like terrible nightmares. But a second later the armoured woman tossed herself at the female. [i]Right[/i] at her. 

The female screeched loudly, teeth bared, sword swinging as Kire abducted her and launched her into the air. As soon as she knew what was happening, she grappled at Kire, hand slapping the armour, looking for a crack or opening to get at her skin. Finding none, and falling from the air, she twisted violently, swinging her blade through the air as she fell in a last, possibly vain attempt in hitting her target.

He caught his breath, fearing for a moment as the two disappeared. She was so covered in armour, maybe she'd be fine. The male, too, looked around for where his kin had been standing a second earlier, before he rounded on the dark-skinned male. No female around to order him. He grinned and darted forward with speed that should not have been possible on a figure that large. 

He braced himself, waiting for the elf to get close enough, to get within range. The elf's sword was broken, shorter, he would need to allow him to get closer than he felt comfortable doing. Wait. [i]Wait[/i]. He inhaled, and just as the elf bent his arm, ready to attack, he disappeared. 
And reappeared in place that would have put him just behind the elf. Only the elf apperently had the same idea, and was gone. Just as the man turned his head to try to get an idea of where he would emerge, there was a sickening crunch as a body hit the earth, blood spattering. Droplets sprayed across his face as he turned, trying to locate the body. It took only a second to notice it was not wrapped in armour, but just as he turned his focus back on his task, a too-large hand gripped him around the throat. Not against his skin. Thank the Gods, he was wearing his keffiyeh. But still, the elf squeeze, eliciting a wheeze as his windpipe was crushed. 

The elf, who had appeared just behind where he had originally been standing, grinned viciously. They'd had the same idea. Swap sides, wanting to get at the others back, only to wind up facing one another again. The man swung his sword, feeling it sink into the elf's other side, protruding out in a matching injury to the one the woman had given him. The elf didn't appear fazed. "[i]I remember your face.[/i]" The elf purred in a way that made the man's blood run cold, and lifted him off his feet. 
Stuck. His sword was stuck [i]inside[/i] the bastard's side. All too aware of the consequences, the man reached up and wrapped his hands around the elf's forearms, and immediately roared in pain. It was this or be strangled. He raised his legs, and kicked hard, ripping himself out of the elf's grasp. Keffiyeh ripped from his head, he toppled onto the ground and went still. The male took a step backward, tossed the fabric in his hand aside, and pulled the sword from his torso and tossed it, too.