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Marie finally caught up to the group, and quickly examined the fighters, trying to see exactly who was winning. She cursed under her breath and slid down the nearest drainpipe. Since no-one noticed her yet, she had time to unwind her chain and drink from her flask. The firey liquid burned down her throat and stoked the already boiling furnace deep inside of her.

"Ah...Strong batch. Good. I'll need th' boost." Marie quickly wiped excess water off her mask and whistled shrilly. A few peasants turned and looked at her, then eachother, and then charged. Marie simply laughed and spun in a circle.

At the end of her spin she whipped her arm over head, and then sharply to the left. The chain uncoiled from under her feet and leaped through the air. The heavy weight smashed into the lead man's face, caving it in and spraying blood everywhere, and then her left yank sent it flying into the second man. He tripped and impaled himself through the ribcage on his own sword, which made Marie giggle a bit. The final guy slowed to a stop and looked at his dead friends in shock. Marie started making big windmill sweeps, causing the chain to form two big circles on each side of her and sparks to leap high from where it made contact with the ground.

'No quarter is given, No mercy to be found! Cast in the name of gold, ye greedy, and prepare to dine a banquet in Hell!' The man trembled and shook as she yelled at him. She had gotten close enough that he could see her mask, but in his terrified state he thought it was her real face, and that she was Death come for him.

'No! No you can't take me!!' the peasant shouted. He was going to say something else, but the chain burst his throat, sending his head high in the air.

"Well, that's three off their backs. I'll take care of any stragglers, but they seem to have a handle on it," Marie mused to herself.