Phia could see Gernev tense briefly- most likely hearing movement of some kind- before breaking into a sprint and smashing his way into the carriage sending the door almost off it's hinges. That was loud.  As the door hung limply inside the vehicle, Gernev gestured over the shoulder of Kirian and to her, seeming to say:

[i]Stay quiet, get in the coach.[/i]


Phia understood her position in this battle. The Silver Shields had most likely gotten to the carriage first, and since she wasn't being shot at right now she could assume that they didn't have any ranged fighters. This would mean that she wouldn't have to worry about any other archers obstructing her a clear view of the fight.

She had a feeling this wouldn't be like the other scuffles. This was the palace gate. Chances were, obstructed from her view, were a small squad of elite Silver Shields. Not some peasant armed with a spear trying to protect his family or something silly like that. Phia hooked her middle and fore-finger into the bandana hanging around her neck and pulled it up to the bottom of her nose. The bandana didn't do much, but it made her feel a little bit more protected.

Heel first, she broke into a fast jog, nimbly overtaking Kirian. She saw Gernev vanish into the inside of the coach before she herself hopped inside. Phia barely caught the tail end of Gernev's dramatic descent out of the open window. That was a little crazy. She made eye contact with Kirian, urging him to assist the fight before it really kicked off. Phia did a well practiced technique, a quick peek around a corner. With them distracted with Gernev appearing next to them, there would be little to no chance of them detecting the minuscule amount of movement in the dark carriage.

Three of them, and Gernev was squared up against them all by his lonesome. She had a decision to make. Without Kirian right there, if she took her first shot, chances were one of them could barge past Gernev and right into this carriage and run her through. Phia stepped aside in the carriage and crouched down, hidden, to await what would happen next.