Leon growled as Iliskra called out. He was anxious to leave the pair of strangers, but Iliskra was a known fighter and ally. Which made her worth more to him than both of these strangers combined. "Time's running out," he said, slipping a Cure Serious Wounds potion free from his belt and placing it on the ground. "Trust us or don't. Looks like we're killing them either way as a freebie."

He dashed forward, raising his shield high and reaching out for his divine connection once again. He was expending more power than the would have liked, but the three of them were still learning to fight alongside each other. He dropped low as he passed by the half-orc and dwarf engaging in a whirl of steel, an axe glancing off of his shield. He reached out and touched the dwarf's boot, the shadows from the alleyway curling up the dwarf's form and writhing to ward off attacks and enhance his defense.

Slipping past the fighting duo, Leon unsheathed his longsword and muttered another prayer. Swirling from the shadows beside Iliskra, a copy of his longsword forged from the Iliskra's shadow slid out of the wall, deflecting a sword strike aimed at her neck. The blade whipped around, striking the shield side of the thug hard and bashing him away from Iliskra to buy her time to recover. Leon fell on the other thug with a whirl of his own sword and shield, pressing the attack hard to prevent anyone from striking at the half-elf. A slice across his shoulder was punishment for his aggression. 

He continued to will his shadow sword to strike at Iliskra's target, his shield smashing into the thug hard and then scything down with his longsword to cut deeply into the man's foot and shatter his ankle. His shadow blade pressed it's attack, and finally the thug figured out he had to strike down the caster to end it's assault. A slice across Leon's sword arm created another line of red between his hardened leather plates. Leon let his shadow sword sink back into the shadows, deceiving the man into believing the sword had been dispelled.

The thug called out to his companion and together they smashed their swords down onto Leon who caught the blades on his shield and went down to one knee. Before the thugs could take advantage though, the shadow blade spun and arced through both of the man's necks, sending sprays of arterial blood into the air as they both dropped their weapons and clutched at their ruined throats.

Panting hard and bleeding, Leon turned to look at Iliskra with a smile from beneath his mask. "You gave me just the opening I needed. See if you can help Ibdur, can't let him have all the fun."