He saw her run, and gave a sigh of reliefe. Now, he had only four things to worry about.
"Come get me!" He punched one, his knuckles popping when hiting the armor of the man's helmet. The blow was enough to send the man stumbling, but the ex-enforcer couldn't act upon the opporotunity as he was assaulted by the man to his left. The blade of his attacker's sword halted about a half inch deep in his shoulder, Aischylos' sword digging into the man's guts a brief moment before he had to deal with the guard in front of him. He swung his sword left to right, wounding the other further. The play's he'd seen portrayed a sword fight as a series of beautifully made motions, this was pure raw survival. Each action to the point and with purpose.
Aischylos was pushed back by the force of their blades connecting. From the corner of his eye, the fisrt man swept his sword towards him. Aischylos moved quickly, but was cut deep in his right side. He grabbed the third guard and threw him in front of the first, the two fell. With his dagger now drawn he plunged the blade of it into the back of the third soldier. the first man was standing again, He could hear guards in the distance. Aischylos grabbed a sword off the ground and charged quickly. He felt a pain but pressed on, knocking his enemy into a wall. The now fearful guard held Aischylos' hands, trying despretly to fend off the blades. To no avail, he was kneed and dropped, the new fugitive severing his arm and stabbing him in the neck. Wounded and covered in blood, Aischylos surveyed the scene then followed after Rosetta.
He kicked dirt over every blood drop, he didn't need the soldiers and guards following them. About tem minutes into his journey he saw Rosetta. His pace picked up and he called to her. "You made it!" He said with a smile.