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Amelia cried out as her arm was gouged heavily by the strangely furred man’s spear. “Curses!” She tried as her held her left arm with her right. The fight had been well up to this moment. Amelia had been dueling various peasants were her saber up until their reinforcements arrived. Flipping away backwards, Amelia reached a somewhat safer area. ‘At least safer here than with them.’ She thought.

They weren’t far off and could easier reach her in time but the others were providing a healthy distraction. Spying a nearby fallen peasant she prayed a quick prayer for his soul as she then ripped off a large portion of his tunic. Wrapping it up around her wound she hissed as she straightened out her body.

‘I need a plan.’ The former thief thought to herself.

However she didn’t have much long to think as she watched the previous man that escape her earlier sneak up behind Shinon. ‘Shimon? Shannon? Something along those lines.’ Amelia thought.

Without even a moment longer Amelia whipped out one of her trusty stilettos and threw one directly towards the man. Without even a second to spare the dagger dropped out of the man’s hand as Amelia pierced it well. Amelia rushed forward and swiftly planted her hand upon the ground. With a strong front flip she barreled through the air and towards the cloaked man and kicked him hard in the chest. During this swift moment Amelia quickly retrieved her dagger from the man before he flew backwards onto the wet streets.