Sipley cursed under her breath as she continued to fling dagger after dagger at the archers. She peered around the column to see if she had hit any of them when she saw the armored man making his way towards her. She didn’t have much time. Sipley withdrew two daggers for each hand and a poison vial. She emptied the contents of the vial onto her hand and smeared it onto the blades. By the time she was done, he was on her.

Sipley rolled away from his axe’s blade that fell unto the ground with a thump. She uncurled, crouched, and leapt at him. She was not strong, but fast and flexible and she used that to her advantage. Bending backwards to avoid the axe that went to cleave her in half, she kicked her legs up and wrapped them around his neck, twisting her body until he fell onto the floor and slit his throat.

Smirking, she called to Aldred, “Need any help, weakling?”