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If it was possible to produce a large enough sweat drop that would be visible to the naked eye Amelia would have done that the moment she witnessed Marie whirl haphazardly into the house. Amelia was definitely one of stealth and from racing through the streets with her she assumed Marie would have been the same.

‘To each their own I suppose.’ thought Amelia as an imaginary sweat drop rolled down her forehead.

Amelia deftly hopped over the broken window pane and slipped into the house unnoticed. Amelia’s hand immediately went to her saber as a reflex but decided against that in this group. The combat quarters were rather small and Marie’s actions took over a good portion of the room. If neither Amelia nor Marie was careful friendly fire was sure to occur.

Whirling out two stilettos, one in each hand, she began to one by one sneak up behind one of the men as they were intently focused on Marie’s actions. It was obvious by this one’s hesitation that he was trying, and failing, to find an opening. Taking her chance deftly stabbed her two daggers into the man’s neck, aiming carefully for his jugular and nerves, and killed him instantly.

Even when the others took notice they were quickly distracted by Marie’s relentless assault. It had taken a while but from the combination of Amelia’s behind-the-back attacks and Marie destroying the rest with her fists only one man had remained.

“That took forever.” Amelia said as she wiped some sweat from her brow.

Looking down at the remaining, alive, man Amelia felt almost a twinge of guilt. It passed as quickly as it came and Amelia asked if Marie had anything to bind the man with. Maybe the commander can get some information from him.