Ratte sighed, watching Roxy disappear before she looked down at the lock in her hand and shook her head. Maybe the older wonn was right and she was doing the wrong thing here by focusing on the museum and not on the prize. Like Roxy, Ratte was a loner - she had never worked as part of a team before. It seemed that her old habits were playing with her abilities again and she was thinking of her own capabilities. She knew that she could fight, but not well enough to fight a platoon of guards, but then... she wouldn’t have been fighting alone this time.

Shouting and the loud scraping wooden cart wheels on cobbles caught her ears and she rushed to the window. Outside she caught sight of a man in white that she hadn’t seen before steering the carriage and a precarious-looking kid on the roof that she did know the face of. She tutted and gritted her teeth, Damnit kid, I thought I told you to watch your back!

She turned and sprinted back down the corridor, her feet light on the ground. She needed to catch up with that coach before the white-haired man took the whole mission for himself and Kai got hurt.
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The commander sneered at his opponent and gripped his sword tightly. He decided quickly not to give the man the satisfaction of a response to his gloating and simply raised his blade for another attack.

He stepped forward, planted his foot and brought his sword up and around his head in a sweeping motion, then brought it down again full of momentum to the man’s shoulder.

Behind him, the guard tripped and scuffled around one and other to follow the carriage. One soldier managed to leap forward and he grabbed to back of the carriage desperately, before being pulled along on his front as the horses picked up speed.