Harlan pauses for a moment, and whispers "Shadowstone and I can bring up the rear. We'll hang back in the tunnel entrace, the shadows here are favourable." He draws his bow.
"Aye, we'll cover ye," Shadowstone nods and readies her throwing axes.
With the invisible casters and slinking combatants moving into the courtyard, the gate comes to a halt some six and a half feet high. After a moment, a pair of figures appear from the gloom.
One towers over the other, it's face covered in a leather executioner's mask, two pale-yellow glowing pinpoints peer from eye slits. ASide from a simple vest and shorts it wears no clothing, allowing the fetid pallor of it's skin to be visible. It lopes more than walks, and keeps a tight hold on the guide rope attached to the bound figure before it.
Her features are occluded by a hood identical to the ones of the hung bodies, now bucking and swinging violently. Arms bound behind her back, the extra length trails to the Hangman's hand. Dressed simply, in the familiar garb of a ranger, or woods(wo)man she stumbles along, occasionally pushed by the Hangman leading her to the Gallows.
Sorry Ferrix, I inferred the "she" from the capoeirista. Seemed like a female conjunction.