Simone did not like the quiet. The silence of the woods as a bear or wolves stalked about popped to mind, and the accuracy of the comparison did nothing to calm her nerves. Mandel, her horse, picked up on her nerves and had a hard time standing still. However, she was confident Kraus and Hecht knew what they were doing, at least enough to let some of Teddy's infectious bravado sink in as she stroked Mandel's mane. For all she knew they would catch the enemy stuffing their faces with some ill gotten bread, relieving themselves with their pants down. She was going to chime in when the woman screamed, and her blood turned to ice. 

The bugle blared, and the world blurred. Before they had entered the village proper, she had her saber in hand. Her horse , barely trained to take a rider let alone combat, barely followed the rest of the group in it's barely controlled state. Following Hecht into the frey, her saber felt heavy in her hand, the long blade's momentum doing much of the work as she swung. She wasn't sure if she had made proper cuts or just clubbing her foes. Within the first few minutes of combat her blade was bloodied, her pants covered with the splatter of someone else's gore. 

Gunfire rang in her ears and she spotted the soldiers taking aim from the windows. Without thinking she jerked Mandel's reigns to the side, sending her down someone's yard just moments before lead rained onto the street with the cries of more wounded. Heart pounding, she took quick stock of herself and Mandel, thankful to find no wounds yet. Another set of troopers joined her in taking cover, including Dorothy's familiar face. "You know what the plan is?" Dorothy shouted.

Simone looked around and saw Hecht dismounting, pulling out his carbine. The Sergent shouted something but she couldn't make it out over the din, but it was clear he was trying to give some orders. Before she could even get off her own horse, she pointed at him. "I'm following the Seargent," she said, hanging her carbine over her shoulder, and drawing her pistol. Hecht was already advancing into a nearby building, Trooper Jager hunched over as if hit in the gut. With Dorothy behind her, the duo dashed across the open street, ready to aid their two comrades in clearing the building. 

Simone barreled through the door in her haste to get out of the open. Letting out a battle cry she thrust her pistol forward, her eyes were wide for any sign of yellow to shoot, but Hecht was the only one in the room. Dorothy came in a moment later, carbine at the ready. It took them a moment to register the scene in the room. Simone blanched, and felt her blood drain. She stood there, feet planted as Hecht finished pulping the soldier at his feet. Dorothy, moved first, having the sense of mind to move to push Simone out of the doorway. Sense knocked back into her, Simone moved to cover one of the interior doors as Dorothy dragged Jager off the street. Simone turned to call to Hecht, but her voice was drowned out as a cannon went off, loud enough to make the room shake.