The Captain roared as the blade penetrated him and he doubled over, gripping onto his wound. He gritted his teeth and his eyes found Griffin in the basement. He couldn't move for the pain at the moment and would need to tie it up before attempting to chase the boy. He had recognised him not long after grabbing hold of him. He was part of the rebel group that had raided the caravan he had been in charge of all those weeks ago. He had almost lost his position because of these fools. He looked to Griffin, "You there! Capture that little rat, he's a fugitive! He's part of Black Widow's little group, he needs to be stopped!" He ripped off a strip of his undershirt and wound it tightly around his leg. Damn, he wished that he'd had more gin.

Ratte saw the woman retreat and she smirked slightly, she'd got her on the defensive; that was a first. She swung the plank back and flung it at the shooter. It didn't go far, but it made an almighty thunk against the metal that would hopefully put her on edge. She picked up a second plank and stepped closer to the woman when she heard Kai's voice. She looked back to him briefly, then to Isago, then to her assailant. She had no real intention of staying to fight, her expertise was far from it, so she looked to Kai, "We need cover! Smoke, fire, gunpowder, something to hide us for a second!" She yelled.

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