Chrysagon, Imogen, & Rodrigo
Chrysagon swung open the shed door and marched forward, shield in front of him. The smugglers fired their crossbows - one quarrel burried itself into Chrysagon's shield and the other clipped off the shield's corner, breaking apart, the two pieces clattered to ground on the wooden pier.
Slipping out the door behind him, Imogen put an arrow right into the chest of one of the smugglers, who fell backward, throwing his crossbow aside and clutching at his chest until he lie still, staring up at the sky. The other dropped his crossbow and pulled an axe off his belt, but was barely able to bring it up before Chrysagon slammed into him with his shield.
The man took a step back as Rodrigo popped out from behind the shield and thrust a rapier into his shoulder. The man grunted in pain. Then Rodrigo was gone, slipping back behind a crate that was piled on the dock. Miss Imogen, likewise found cover behind a large lock-box chest, her back to the shed.
Further away on the dock, the other smugglers were still firing at the escaping boat, and this little skirmish seemed to have gone unnoticed so far. Sailors rushed about with buckets, putting the fire out on the docked two-mast ship.
