Tennor follows suit, dodging up the stairs, right on Linora's heels. Unlike her, he was already primed for melee combat, and as such was ready to fight the oncoming soldiers immediately.
This was supposed to be a lot easier.
He stabs the one who clubbed Linora, throwing him off to the side, before clashing with another club-wielder. His sword digs into the wood, but the weapon holds, both its strength and his sword. He tries to struggle it out, but it won't come loose. The moblin's dealing with a similar problem, its club being just as stuck to the sword. The combatants look at each other, sharing this quiet moment of awkwardness amid the battle, before Tennor kicks the other in the knees, snapping its bony leg. The moblin collapses and Tennor hits it with the sword-club. He briefly considers dual-wielding, but decides that it isn't worth the benefit. He continues smacking moblins with the club, since they're too outnumbered for him to take the time to remove it from his sword.