Isiea stares at them calmly. She doesnt even take out her knife, for now.

"Go!" He knew very well that he wasn't in the best condition.

Isiea stands calmly, not moving.

" No! "

They were both suddenly grabbed from behind. Their captors were a third and fourth warrior.

Ash tried to follow, but the first two knights blocked his way, the sickly light glinting off their iron blades. Glaring at them, Ash flourished his sword and sank into a battle stance.

They lunged at him, swords sweeping down in a blur, coming both low and high. Ash leaped over the first and parried the second, knocking it away with a flurry of ice and sparks. He landed, spun to his left to block the savage back strike, and ducked as the second blade hissed overhead. Whirling around, his sword lashed out, slicing across one armored chest with a grinding screech. The knight staggered back, the image of the wire crown cut through and coated with frost.

They broke away for a moment, facing each other, swords at the ready. Ash was panting, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He didn't look good. The other knights slowly began to circle him, coming at him from different sides like stalking wolves. But before they could get into position, Ash snarled and lunged.

For a moment, the knight he engaged was driven back by the ferocity of the attack. Ash hammered into him relentlessly, his blade slipping through his enemy's guard to smash at his armor. Sparks flew, and the knight stumbled, almost falling. Ash's blade swept up and struck a vicious blow to the side of his head, ripping the helmet clean off.

The face beneath the helmet was Ash, or at least a long-lost brother. Same gray eyes, same ebony hair, same pointed ears. The face was a little older, and a scar slashed its way down his cheek, but the similarities were almost perfect.

She struggled madly against her captors grip, while half watching Ash's fight.

Isiea just watches, bored.

The real Ash hesitated, and that cost him dearly. The second knight rushed up behind him, his sword slashing down, and Ash whirled--too late. His blade caught his opponent's sword, but the blow knocked the weapon from his hands. At the same time, his companion backhanded Ash with his metal gauntlet, striking him behind the ear. Ash crumpled to the ground on his back, and two iron swords were pressed against his throat.

The third and fourth warrior held them and twisted their arms behind their backs. Manacles were snapped around their wrists. The two knights kicked Ash onto his stomach and wrenched his arms behind him, binding him similarly. He gasped as the metal touched his flesh, and his doppelganger jerked him savagely to his feet.

Isiea frowns a little, but doesnt otherwise react.

It didn't take long for Lise to figure out she wasn't getting out of this easily.