Heloise hummed, listening to the footsteps, more then ready to do some fighting. More then ready to get out of there. She glanced about, At the mention of one of the enemies with a dagger made Heloise smile. She could work with the sword as well. As much as she wanted the blades, she knew the logic of getting rid of the guns first. So, she went to the right side, waiting, listening. 

As the enemy reached them, Heloise didn't give them a chance to even look about, instead crouching, and launching herself at ones knees, bringing them down, and hopefully another one. She had, after a quick look, seen it was one with a gun. And at once, she began to fight for it, not caring if she simply knocked it out of their hands. And then she merely went for a woman's ultimate defense, knee pressing against the man's groin. 

A little pressure, nothing more. It might be considered fighting dirty, but she didn't care. If it got rid of one of them, that was all that matter. Pulling the gun free, she slammed the butt of it into the soldiers face, sparing her fist by doing so. She scrambled up, the gun in hand, and looked about to see if there was anyone else.