"This one's all yours Patchouli!" Sona shouts. She rolls to her right, over and into the trapdoor. She lands next to Vidalia, bumping into her slightly as Sona barely manages to not land on the other girl. She takes a few steps forward, getting her footing back and clearing the chute for another combatant.
Seven men already occupy the tunnel. The tunnel underneath the trapdoor is only ten feet or so wide; two people can stand next to each other comfortably but no more than that. Five of the men are already running down the tunnel, which continues straight as far as either Sona or Vidalia can see. They turn their heads back at Vidalia's call, but don't stop. If anything, they run faster.
The remaining two, one of which is the average looking man before, stand two wide, blocking the path. His compatriot, a surly looking fellow with a long face and spikey hair wields a pair of daggers while the average joe holds a scimitar. At first glance, none of their weapons seems to have any unique characters.
The average man charges forward, letting out a guttural shout. Vidalia is the member of VLPS across from him, and he swings overhand, slashing across Vidalia's torso, her aura taking the damage. He follows that with a horizontal swing.
At the same time, the surly bandit goes after Sona. Approaching like he'll make a high swing, he instead ducks and swings horizontally across her hips, once with each blade. Now crouched and facing right, he swings upward with his left dagger, a piercing strike against Sona's chest. She's forced to step back in line with Vidalia to avoid more strikes.