They picked up the speed, he matched his pace with hers. Out of all the chances, the very first corner they turned once inside led them straight to a guard. And needless to say they other guards didn't appreciate Brennan sucker punching the first one. Trying not to leave her behind as she struggled to keep up. He darted around a corner pulling her with him. But they couldn't escape the guards.
Following around the corner, Brennan realized that there was no losing them. So he switched tactics. Placing himself between Chris and them as he stopped running. He drew his sword and using it as an extension of his arm, turned it blunt side out striking at one of the guards shins causing them to tumble down.
He left that one on the floor as he turned his attention to the guards still standing. Careful not to seriously injure any of them, he took them out one by one. Using his sword only to block incoming attacks, he focused on concussing them. He was familiar with their swords style, having learned it himself, so he easily predicted their movements, effortlessly dodging and deflecting.
Brennan looked back at Chris only to see her struggling to dodge the first guard who was now swinging his sword at her. He rushed in to help her, but he was relieved to see that there was no need for him to.
The guard swung too wide giving her enough time to counter. She kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying backwards into the wall. With the immediate threat gone, she bent in half trying to catch her breath. Propping her right arm on her knee as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Are you okay."
"Just fine." She stood up straight again, even though she hadn't gotten her strength back. It was all for show and they both knew it.
"If you need another minute-"
"It's not the first time my shoulder has been injured. I hardly notice it anymore." Chris picked up the sword from the fallen soldier. Giving it a few test slices she went to tuck it in her sheath, but as the sword slipped through the empty space she remembered that she had nowhere to stow it on her person.
With the current state of her body, she knew she would fatigue too quickly if she was just carrying the sword in hand. Crouching down she laid the sword on the ground so she could pry the man's belt off him. Her left arm hung limply by her side, unable to help as she struggled to undo the clasp. She was growing more and more frustrated, they didn't have time to waste but she also couldn't continue without the belt.
Brennan came over quickly once he saw her wrestling with the buckle. He slipped himself between her and the man, effortlessly removing the man's belt. As he went to pass it back to her, he caught a glimpse of her expression before it was hidden. Her teeth were gritted together, her nostrils flared, and her eyes were a mixture of frightened and distress. But it lasted only a second before she bottled it all up storing it somewhere out of sight.
He passed it over to her only to realize that she couldn't fasten it with just one arm. Letting her hold the buckle, he wrapped it around behind her before holding it steady so she could latch it where she wanted it. Neither of them said anything, nor did Brennan offer her any other help. He was sure feeling this helpless was grating enough on her as it is.