[hr][hr][center][h2][color=#B22222]Cassiopeia Hood[/color][/h2][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/81/e6/cf81e660c663f0c8f298ae60777ed924.gif[/img][hr][color=#B22222]Location:[/color] Sewers...Again (sigh)-- Camelot
[color=#B22222]Skills:[/color] Combat Archery; [hr][hr][/center]

	The guards spotted them easily for which Cassiopeia felt some excitement at but also fear. The adrenaline pumped through her as the people she was with jumped into action. Her sister hit a couple and even Rose hit one impressively with an arrow. As the group dispersed to defend themselves, Cassiopeia got an arrow out of her quiver and notched it into her bow. As she moved into place, Cassiopeia saw an arrow coming at her and managed to shift herself over enough to feel the side of the arrowhead graze her cheek. If she had more room, she probably would have been able to avoid it completely. 
	[color=#B22222]”My first battle scar, cool,”[/color] she commented before she quickly took aim. Cassiopeia fired upon one of the uninjured soldiers, wanting to help slow all of them down to give the group a fighting chance to run. She aimed for a leg but missed the soldier she had picked out. It aggravated her but Cassiopeia reminded herself she had never been in battle before. Hunting animals was different than defending. She took a deep breath, securing an arrow to her bow and tried again. This time her aim was true. Cassiopeia celebrated the small victory before getting another arrow and moved to back up her sister. 

[hr][hr][center][h2][color=#F08080]Willow Jones[/color][/h2][img]https://media1.giphy.com/media/gAHOY0YKTZgoE/source.gif[/img][hr][color=#F08080]Location:[/color] Pub -- Camelot 
[color=#F08080]Skills:[/color] [hr][hr][/center]

	Willow’s eyes widened when she saw Rosalia picking up a knife and started sawing at her own hand. The girl didn’t even flinch, was this a power of some kind? Willow thought she would just try to pick the lock on the handcuffs with the knife but clearly the girl had a mental complex to pain or being attached to someone. Willow had to look away and hold her stomach, feeling like she was about to be sick. 
	Gretel started to attend to Rosalia as Merlin magicked the cuffs away. Willow managed to look over at him, covering her nose with fabric from her clothes to keep the smell of blood at bay. [color=#F08080]”Can’t you heal her or something?”[/color] She couldn’t image Merlin not being able to, so why wasn’t he? She then heard a growl and a yelp and looked over only to see Rosalia's dog attached to Colby's leg. She quickly looked away before she smelt more blood.