Helena saw the merchant sail through the air, shrieking in terror as he went. Without thinking she dove forward, and the fat man flew over her head to land with a sickening splat on the cobble behind her. "See to him!" she shouted to her men as she surged to her feet and continued after the thief. Cold rage filled her as she closed on them. There was a mage here, somewhere, and that mage had just injured and possibly killed an innocent person, one of the very people Helena was sworn to protect. Her sword sang as she ripped it free of its scabbard once more.
"Stop her," Orson told his companion simply. He knocked one last person, a pretty young woman with a basket of flowers in her hands, aside with the back of his hand, then shoved Cherno forward. "Run!" he shouted. Orson's companion turned to face Helena. Raising his pistol he aimed at the knight, but she was too close. With a hoarse cry, she slammed into the once-dead, barrelling him over. The bodyguard was on his feet in an instant, his own blade whispering from its sheath. Steel met steel as the knight and the zombie exchanged blows. Once, twice. Helena backed up, keeping her sword between herself and her enemy. The bodyguard lunged forward, stabbing at her. She batted his blade aside, seized his wrist, and dragged him forward onto the point of her sword. The man gasped in agony, blood gushing from his mouth. with agonizing, deliberate slowness, Helena withdrew her sword, the blade making a scraping sound against his spine as she did. Then she let go of the man's wrist and dropped the lifeless body on the ground.
Orson and Cherno had reached Graven and Aura at last. The crowds were clearing now, giving them a good view as Helena eliminated Graven's man. "Shit," the mage swore. "You have the box, Cherno? then let's go." He lifted aura off of his shoulders. "I think you'll need to carry her. she doesn't seem to be well. Give me the box."