Their stalkers used her voice as a cover for their darts. Felyn'afay's hearing was far too sharp for that sort of ploy. Spinning in place, he simultaneously nudged Temesca aside and, in rapid succession, batted the four deadly missiles out of the air with the blade which hadn't been visible a mere moment ago. His free hand was presented to Temesca's face, palm first, to indicate she should remain silent for the time being. The rest of his body was a taught spring, ready for the most subtle of movements, and his mind had quickly shifted into a kind of killing trance that heightened his latent abilities to detect aura.
The attackers were numbered two, and they knew their greatest chance at success had been foiled. One at a time, they presented themselves for close combat. One would try to distract the drow and draw him away from his charge. The other would go in for the kill. For starters, however, they would both attack him. They, too, wore dark clothes, not that Fel would notice. The first one visible to Temesca, however, weilded a single ornate dagger. The second carried a chained sickle. If her eyes weren't too tired and the darkness too thick, she may also have noticed the small symbols emblazoned on the assassins' headbands which would more than likely clue her in to why she was under attack in the first place. Alas, it was not to be revealed until she arrived at Fel's guild.
Time wasn't to be wasted, and the sickle user flung his weapon at Fel. With staggered timing, the dagger user rushed in low. The trick was to distract Fel's weapon so the dagger could score a hit low on the drow's body. Hopefully, the dagger user could continue to keep Fel occupied while the sickle user could utilize his range weapon for the girl's disposal. That was not to be so, either. Rather than foolishly tangling his blade with the sickle's chain, Fel avoided it, instead focusing on the charging dagger user. Not completely expecting such, but hardly incompetent, the dagger user parried Fel's leading blade and danced aside, giving his partner the chance to pull his weapon back to him. Dagger jabbed at Fel's back from a crouch, but he somersaulted over and behind the man's foolish attack. He would have been spitted on the drow's weapon at that moment had not the sickle deflected it. The weapon had been set in a whirl and was cycling around for another pass, this one aimed for Fel's ribs. Seemingly, the whirling blade passed right through the elf, but he appeared perfectly fine a foot or two away from where his after image had been sliced in two. Jumping toward this assailant, Fel's body disappeared and reappeared in a series of blurry after images that zigzagged their way toward the sickle user who was still trying to bring his weapon back under complete control. It was too late for him when the tip of Fel's own blade was pushed through the man's wrist. He would have screamed had not the point continued on through his vocal chords, so he was merely left with a look of agony hidden by his own mask.
The other assassin, catching his chance to act, turned away from the grappled two to attempt to accomplish his task. He thought he'd have enough time to do the deed before Fel might free himself of his dying comrade. Sprinting toward the place Temesca had taken cover, he flipped his dagger to a more balanced grip which he used to hurl it with precision accuracy once he'd gained a favorable angle.
