Mergoux shouted as she was knocked over, the swing of her weapon falling too slow as she was sent into the filth. It was a trick, of course it was. How could she have been so foolish? Deep down she knew why, she'd hoped that it really was just a lost little girl, a little girl who needed help, and that the plague hadn't spread to the city already. If it had, then there was little chance that the four of them could stop it. She caught herself then, even as she went down, already she was associating them together? It had been a long time since she'd had a squad of any kind, she could take the little girl, even if she was being brought down by the ambush.

Mergoux might have been taken by surprise, but she had experience in combat more than any other here. Before the Raven Knight's boot sent the creature flying, Mergoux was already bashing at it with the knuckle dagger, while holding it off with her other armored hand. Filthy water filled her nose and covered her face, but she had enough discipline to keep her mouth tightly sealed, knowing that the last thing she needed today was to literally eat shit.

As soon as the weight lifted off her chest, she emerged from the water swearing violently. Her mouth tasted like sewage and she was going to have to burn her clothes. Still swearing, she drew forth her second dagger and took up a ready stance. [color=green]"Bastards!"[/color] she said, even as the little girl's skull was split beside her by the Knight. She knew the undead, but not of this kind, just to be safe, she lashed out with a powerful blow, severing the girl's head at the neck and letting the body fall to the ground. Rolling her shoulders she fell back into her stance, eyeing the approaching enemies cautiously. She didn't like this, not one bit. Undead aside, the tunnel was too cramped for her to bring out her big weapons, namely her greatsword, and her crossbow would be useless without a bit of the wax that The Apprentice had. 

The Knight shouted, and Mergoux was half-tempted to turn her head, but that could prove a fatal mistake. Her hearing told her there was only three beings behind her, or at least only three making noise, that meant the other two women, and another undead thing. The Mage she didn't know enough to judge, but if the apprentice was half as good as her master then she could handle a single fiend. A light began to glow behind her, but she stayed still, even as her shadow was cast before her. And so she waited, knowing in the past that the first move was often made by the loser in a battle, patience being key, and for combat she had plenty.