"I've got an idea, but..." Felix started, but he stopped just as quickly. "Get down, now!" He shouted, raising his sword and moving for Katherine. As he moved, the one armed guard dropped to the ground, an arrow sticking out of his back.

"Paid as a traitor deserved. Commoners like this could never stand before a proper weapon such as this," came a familiar voice as Emara suddenly buckled backward as well, a fletched shaft jutting out from her chest, her clothing and armor slowly staining red from the spot.

"Dammit!" Felix shouted, swinging his sword and deflecting an arrow launched at him.

"Peasant... How dare you try and steal my prize!" Stefan shouted from down the hall.