"You get the arrows, I'll handle the crowd." Trunks paused long enough to get that out, before he moved in. Soldiers first, because that had the potential to be bad--very bad. Not hard for him to dodge and weave through the group--with his hybrid-heritage no longer blocked, this was almost child's play.

It did require concentration though, as these were trained warriors and he'd done his research. Sword pulled out, parrying spear and sword as he placed himself between the two, blue eyes narrowed in concentration. Block, parry--ah ha!--there's the opening he was looking for. Sliding under the attacking soldier's guard, dropping his off-hand from his sword and twisting. Striking the neck and shoulder, pulling it so that it'd be a knock-out blow.

That took care of the one affected by the arrow, but his partner didn't seem to happy about random strangers showing up or the chaos that had been caused already. Trunks lashed out with a knee, aiming for the sternum and gut, as he grabbed the spear-haft with his free hand. When the soldier doubled over, he hit the back of his head and neck with the pommel of his sword--knocking him out too.

Resheathing his own sword, time to start untangling farmers and laborers and wives.