This fight is not going the way the assassins expected. Barely two minutes from the initial attack and almost half of them are down, their vehicle damaged (a crossbow bolt through the front tire, and another through the gas tank), and the tide of battle shows no sign of shifting anytime soon. When Vayan breaks ranks to come for them, it looks for a moment like they may be able to surround and cut him off – but the rest of his cadre closes around him (one of his guards swearing furiously under her breath), and the brief advantage is gone before it's come.
Slowly they're getting pushed away from the minimal cover of the limousine, and toward the club entrance. If they were outdoors they could vault over their enemies' heads and make good their escape, but the roof in here's too low.
The team leader (the current team leader – third in line before this assault started) signals fall back to the rest. It's not a rout; they move in good order, covering each other toward the splintered doors. They're still professionals, after all.
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Date: 2009-03-25 08:09 pm (UTC)Slowly they're getting pushed away from the minimal cover of the limousine, and toward the club entrance. If they were outdoors they could vault over their enemies' heads and make good their escape, but the roof in here's too low.
The team leader (the current team leader – third in line before this assault started) signals fall back to the rest. It's not a rout; they move in good order, covering each other toward the splintered doors. They're still professionals, after all.