Once he had enough of a lead on them, he circled around and flanked them. They were still looking for him when he cut them down with efficient brutality from behind. He made sure he wasn't followed by more on his way back. There was no sense in trying to sheath his blades. There hadn't been for a long time now. He'd only foul the sheaths and make cleaning much harder than it needed to be later.

"It's me," he called a bit before reaching the door. Better safe than sorry.