The arrow flew swiftly across the room, sinking into one of the Crusader's eye sockets with a wet 'thunk.' He fell heavily to the ground, instantly killed, and the two others whipped to stare at the blood elf huntress who had fired it. Jackyll smirked, fitting another shaft to the string, and called out tauntingly "Over here, kiddies!"

The two paladins charged towards her with infuriated yells, but neither was to make it to their target. One was knocked straight onto his back as a snarling orange hyena slammed into his chest, snapping her fangs into his throat, while the other yelped in agony as two poisoned daggers sank deep into his back as Eilynn shimmered into view behind him, eyes cold above her mask. The three swiftly demolished the Crusaders, quick and efficient as a guillotine.

Jackyll ran her hand over the hyena's fur, murmuring praise, while Lynn wiped her blades and reapplied the sickly green liquid poison she favored. The two of them had actually managed to get quite deep into the Monastery this way, taking down a few humans at a time as they slowly made their way towards the heart of the Crusade. They both knew they would never be able to kill the leaders of the zealots, like Whitemane or Fairbanks, but simply spilling the blood of the murderous crusaders was enough to sate their vengeance for now.

The elves had come to the Monastery seeking retribution for a friend- namely a small Forsaken rogue by the name of Corvina. The undead had not only been horribly tortured and finally murdered by the fanatics in life, but had been severely wounded that very evening in an unprovoked attack. The injustice of the act had so angered Eilynn that she had set off for the ominous building immediately, planning to go alone. Jackyll had predictably insisted on accompanying her, along with her hyena companion Harley- even for a skilled rogue, it was far too dangerous to go alone.

"How deep are we going to go?" Jackyll asked in a low voice, keeping her keen hunter senses alert for any approaching guards.

"As much as we can," Eilynn snarled, taking a few silent steps towards the door, daggers gripped tightly. "These monsters deserve everything they get for what they did to Cor."

Jack nodded, following the rogue. "True enough…" she trailed off, feeding a small piece of meat to her anxious hyena. She knew the Crusaders were mindless zealots and ought to be exterminated, but they were getting very far into the building, and each turn took them further away from the doors and the chance to escape. And no matter how many red-clad humans they killed, there were always more.

She shrugged off her misgivings and followed the raven-haired girl into the next hallway, the hyena trotting alongside. Lynn was sure to expend her anger soon enough, and then they could return to Brill's cozy inn. Just a room or two more should be enough. The corridor they had entered was long and spacious; a few paladins patrolled along the sides- luckily the elves had remained unnoticed so far.

"Ready?" Jack murmured, drawing her bow back and aligning her arrow with the sole Crusader nearby. Lynn nodded, cloaking herself in shadows as she waited for the opportune moment to strike. Just as the huntress released the shaft, a trio of guards strode into view, their nightly patrol taking them directly into the arrow's path. Jack yelped in dismay as the two remaining guards, the paladin she had aimed for, and two others immediately spotted her and charged. Harley darted into their path, hurdling into the foremost knight with a snarl, and Lynn pounced from her hidden alcove, but that still left three unaccounted for. Jackyll drew her clawlike blades with a resigned grimace and ducked under the first's axe, jabbing into his side. She loathed close combat- she was far more skilled with her bow than with cumbersome melee weapons. Barely managing to sidestep another's heavy mace, she threw down a glimmering, deep red crystal and hopped a few paces back. To her delight the incensed paladins dashed carelessly after her, triggering the trap and releasing a fiery explosion that threw them, stunned, into the walls of the passageway.

Unfortunately, the noise alerted every other Crusader in the hall.

The red-clothed knights raced towards the noise, and the huntress gulped a bit, fitting arrows to her bow as quickly as she could manage.

"Lynn, there's too many!" she called, worry creeping into her usually calm voice. The rogue looked up from her most recent kill, her feral grin fading as she realized the vast numbers of angry paladins heading straight for her. She whirled and flung several small blades into the regiment as Jack shot off magically enhanced shots and triple volleys- the two of them employed every trick they knew to thin the ranks before closing into melee range. Harley leaped into the middle of the fray, her vicious snarls heard above the Crusader's valiant battle cries, while Lynn and Jackyll made good use of their blades.

And though they managed to evade many of the clumsy strikes against them, the nicks and sideswipes began to stack up.

Jack was bleeding heavily from a deep gash in her left arm and had several smaller cuts along her torso, making her once agile movements sluggish and awkward. Flinging herself haphazardly to the right, she just barely managed to avoid one sword slash only to fall into the path of an axe. She rolled in the opposite direction, feeling the blade slam into the stone inches away from her body, and leaped into a forward roll to get back to her feet—

And then Lynn screamed, and Jack felt her blood turn to ice. With an inhuman snarl she clawed her way to the rogue, ripping apart any human who was foolish enough to get in her way. She barked out a harsh command and Harley came, running despite her bleeding wounds, growing three times her normal size and glowing a deep, angry blood red. The gargantuan animal rampaged through the terrified Crusaders, allowing Jackyll to rush to the fallen Eilynn's side.

"I- I'm all right," the rogue gasped, pressing a hand to her side as she struggled to her feet. Jack ignored her and gently pulled her arm away, eyes widening at the deep, heavily bleeding gash, and immediately shook her head as she realized what had to be done.

"You need to run," The huntress said decisively, and Lynn blinked and fervently shook her head, face growing pale.

"I can't leave you, Jack!"

"I'll be fine. Run." She pulled another arrow from her quiver, aiming towards the crowd. There was a high-pitched yelp as the hyena fell to the ground, dead, and Jack glanced back towards the frozen rogue. "Go!"

With a mournful look and near-silent sob, Eilynn turned and fled. One or two humans chased after her- at least until Jackyll's second explosive trap went off under their feet.

"You don't want her! C'mon! Over here, you scrawny bastards!" The huntress dashed off, yelling taunts, throwing trap crystals, and shooting the occasional arrow behind her, and the paladins finally turned and pursued. She had no idea how she was going to get out of this alive; she much too far to double back to the entrance. Everyone knew the Scarlet Crusade slaughtered their enemies. Everyone knew those who were captured suffered horribly.

That's why she led them deeper into the Monastery, through rooms of weaponry and ammunition, through the training grounds, deep where there was no possible escape for her in the dark halls. She kept their attention even as she made peace with the gods.

Eilynn needed time to run, and Jackyll would never, never let them take her.

She managed to lead them on quite the chase, just managing to stay one step ahead of her murderous foes- at least until Hunstmaster Loksey appeared unexpectedly as she turned a corner. With a vicious crack he brought down the heavy training staff on her skull, and the elf's vision faded to black as she crumpled, unconscious, to the ground.