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[color=aa0808]There.[/color]

The Knight-Captain's quick thinking saved the Princess from the first bolt, and intervention the second. Not that the second would ever have been an issue. Even a repeating crossbow, some variant of which it must have been to fire a second shot quickly, had a cycle time. Small, but ample time for someone properly ready.

An ornate [i]spada[/i] slipped from its sleeve in a whipping, diagonal arc towards ready. Wine spilled from the glass in Nicomede's other hand fell towards the floor... and abruptly changed course, following the tip of his blade towards its apex and [i]forward[/i] through the unobstructed air. Tight and controlled on a lancing course towards and through the crossbow's line. Too far for his edge to reach, but with ease for something less direct.

[color=aa0808][i]"Tagliare."[/i][/color] Nicomede uttered quietly, blade coming to rest in practiced stance. He wasn't closest to the assassin, nor did he rush to be. With the weapon's line cut it wouldn't be able to fire again. And if he was right, well... Sir Gerard was about to see to things.

He finished the remainder of the wine in his glass without taking his eyes off of the Nem.