Rules Are Meant to Be Broken

[Acalewia]

Before long, they could hear the panicked shouts and screams of the servants. The locks on the doors rattled. No turning back now. The intruders began to ram the doors.
"Are you with me?" Anoura asked. A chorus of "Aye"s answered.
"To the death," Leah answered as she nocked an arrow. Anoura reached her hand out and encased each soldier within their own wall of Protection that would not hinder them from fighting, but would prevent the enemies' blow from finding their marks. The door shuddered. Curses and shouts from the other side. She shed the Robe of the Queenship and tossed it upon the Throne. Leah raised a brow when she saw the simple belt of knives Anoura wore. Reaching behind her, the warrior Queen unsheathed three knives. The soldiers drew their swords. Shudder. Creak. Crack. Leah drew the string as taunt as it would go. Shudder. Creak. Crack. Anoura stance shouted experience. The door shattered. Three knives and an arrow hit their marks. Leah quickly drew another arrow. Some of the intruders seemed to be confused as their blows didn't fell Anoura's soldiers. Then all hell broke loose.
One of the men managed to slip past the soldiers.
"You're mine!" he growled. Anoura drew two of her longer knives.
"Bring it, 'Asa'! Or are you going to stand there like a scared little girl?" Asa brought his sword down, but was surprised at how swiftly Anoura blocked and was able to land a blow of her own.
"Lucky blow,"
"I think not, Nerim," He laughed.
"You discovered too late. Your General is dead. You will die by the time this day is over!" Crossing her knives, Anoura blocked another blow and held it there. Narim pushed, trying to make her yield. Anoura pushed back. He was counting on his gender to defeat her, but he did not know she was more warrior than he. Using the power of the Pendent, she pushed him nearly across the room. Narim blinked.
"You're one of the Witches of Witchwood!"
"Greenwood. And we prefer another name,"

During the fighting, no one saw a hidden trapdoor behind the Throne open and two men emerge from it. One was a fairly large and muscular man who looked as if he had spent a few nights on a battlefield. He was bruised and bloodied. His shirt was tattered and hung open, revealing scars cris-crossing his chest and stomach. The second was much cleaner than his companion and looked to be older. He held a strung bow and was both shorter and smaller. The first man gave a signal and the two parted. He drew his sword and tossed the belt and sheath aside. The second joined Leah, who only raised a brow at him.