He waves Wrathion off. It's all good. He's got this. Two's a challenge, but he can do in two of them. Even when they're walking beside each other like this. He just needs to get close. Keep the element of surprise. Knife at the ready, keeping low until he's almost on them. He's got a plan.

The one on the left starts turning his head. That's Target One, then.

Target One gets a hard crack on the head with the pommel, and Target Two gets the blade to the neck, twisting in the wound as the man reels away with a quiet choking noise. He lets go of the knife, switching targets again. Kick One in the knees, pull out his shortsword and stab down behind the left collarbone. Let go, turn back to Two. Fend off an uncoordinated flail, grab the blood-slicked knife grip, and tear it out. Blood pressure drops, Two falls.

The whole process takes only a few seconds. He takes twice as much time to stop and listen.

"All clear."