Sliver Sweeper watched the match between the mortal and her sister. It was, after all, neat to see Armiferia work her martial skills. For her, it was like an artist painting a landscape. Sweeper herself often tried to imitate the combat abilities of her kin. Alas, the Chambermaid lacked technique, and her battles were more rough brawls than the skillful dance of combat.
There was also another interest in the fight: Winterjet. I want to see how good Scroll's girlfriend is at combat thought Sweeper. I know Thea would always find skillful followers, but it doesn't hurt if they know how to crack a few heads if things get out of hoof. Despite the mess that was being made, Sweeper didn't move. Her full attention was on the contest.
Once it was over, Sweeper trotted up to the blood-spattered grass and cleaned it up with her magic. Once that was done she headed towards the combatants. "That was really good Winterjet! Usually any pony that dares to best Ami wouldn't last as long as you did." Her horn glowed to clean Armiferia's armor, slightly smudged in battle. "And rather impressive, as always Sis. Wish I could do half the things you do, would certainly make Scroll feel safe." Once she was satisfied with the job, she looked over at Winterjet. "Well… would you mind if I give you a touch up? You're quite messily from the battle." Sliver smiled. "After all, you want to look nice."
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"Well, this is a problem," muttered Gildenshake, as she was outside of the Ugly Duckling, not knowing what was going on. All she knew was that there were some bodies laying about and Glory seemed to be looking for somepony. What that had to do with Glory or why Lore was not with her, the Scholar could not say. In any case, it took Gildenshake time and money just to track the whereabouts of the pegasus. She hoped both were alright - in the time she was sent to observe them she thought they were rather nice foreigners.
A blind beggar came by and began to nudge the pegasus, and Gildenshake tosses a few coins in the street. The beggar went to chase the sound of the coins. Gildenshake moved around to another shadowy corner, the blue grey of her cloak blending in with the undercity. She continued her vigil.
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After Southwatcher had finished resting, she and Lens removed the barricade and slowly opened the cellar door. The sun was peaking from the horizon, the sky violet and red. Carefully, the duo trotted up to the ruined house, and looked around. There seemed to be no pony in the area.
Perhaps my worries that we were being followed was unfounded Lens thought to herself. Never the less, we must make it to Golden Pines without delay.
"What's the plan?" asked Southwatcher in a low voice.
"We cover the entrance with some debris to hide the appearance of the cellar. In the future, it could be put to good use, as long as no other ponies find it," Lens responded. "Then we continue towards the safehouse."
"You sure you don't want to rest up a bit more?"
Lens smiled. "Considering the state you were in, I should be asking you that question."
Southwatcher shook her head. "I'm fine, but you shouldn't overexert yourself. I know Lightwing was your friend and…"
Lens said nothing for a bit, a shadow came over her face. Lightwing… I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. All those times we spent, and you snarking about our job. I liked that about you, your sarcasm seemed to help lighten the darkest of times. We would debate, would ponder theology and psychology, comment on the byzantine intrigue of Whitegold.... and now.... I'm sorry dear friend, but until we're safe I can't mourn. "That can wait… but right now we need to make progress. Much has to be done, and we can't do anything in the irons of Twilight's Inquisition. " Lens said.