It happened one night

Marco Andrezi and Lete Cordasco stepped out of the Sea Maid's Kiss into the warm night.
"Looks like rain." Marco said eyeing the starless sky
"Mmmm" Lete mumbled into the hair of the giggling woman on his left arm. "Sure you won't help a brother out?" he said gesturing to the dark haired woman on his right.
"Ha! You know I'm spoken for!" Marco laughed "You're on your own, this night."
"As you say." Lete smiled, turning to the left and walking away.
 Marco watched until the shadows swallowed them, then turned the other way and made his way to the Gypsy's Heart.
 Two blocks later, he picked up the sound of someone trying to follow stealthily and failing. He was only a long block and a half away from the Heart and he picked up his pace toying with the idea of making a run for it.
The two dark shapes stepping out in front of him made up his mind. He slowed his pace flipping his cloak back over his right shoulder exposing the ornate complex hilt of his rapier. Marco took in his assailants. The two in front were typical dock scum: unkempt hair, ragged clothes and bare feet. The one on the left had a cutlass gripped tight and the other had a fish knife and a belaying pin.
The two behind (Marco cursed as the odds got longer) were clothed and armed better. They both wore good shoes and half cloaks. One with a longsword gripped in both hands and the other with an arming sword and buckler.
Marco turned quickly, and with a drawing slash, sliced longsword's hands. The man screamed, shaking his left hand as his last two fingers spinning  away into the night. Using the momentum of the strike, Marco took a passing step past longsword putting all his enemies in front of him.
"Come, now, friends" Marco said, smiling. "There's no disgrace in running from Marco Andrezi and saving your lives!"
"Gut the bastard!" arming sword growled in Egyptian and the cutlass wielder rushed in with a shout for an overhead chop. Marco parried the blow, letting the blades slide down and locked the guards together in a clinch. Gripping his opponent's sword wrist with his right hand, Marco turned and pulled the arm straight. Keeping the clinch, Marco applied pressure until the elbow gave with an audible SNAP. Shrieking, the maimed man dropped the cutlass and fell to his knees to be finished with Marco's blade in his kidney.
Withdrawing his rapier in time to see the other three advancing, Marco gripped his blue scarf in right hand, Marco made an impossibly long lunge plunging his blade into  the hollow of fish knife's throat.
Stepping free of the falling body, Marco met the thrusting arming sword with a solid parry. He then rotated his blade around his opponent's, past the too late buckler, to plunge under the Egyptian's short ribs.
Backing away, he swayed to his right dodging the longsword cut. Then like a bolt of lightning, Marco's thrust went through the final assailant's eye and out the back of his skull.
Less than a minute had passed since the first assailants stepped out into the street. Marco calmed his breathing, cleaned his blade on longsword's shirt and searched the Egyptian's body. A handful of gold Egyptian coins were all there was to be found. No clues as to why the attack happened.
With a shrug, Marco sheathed his sword and stepped around the widening pools of blood and resumed his way to the Gypsy's Heart.