Amelia cursed at the sight of the man charging her. She didn't have much time to think as she was backed up into a dead end. Her hand fell to her side, gripping the worn leather hilt and pulling a short sword from the scabbard tied at her waist, barely managing to grip it. So cold, tired.... She was unsure if she'd have the strength to fend off this attacker, but she had come so far! She had to try!

"Leave me alone!" she yelled out, her voice hoarse and dry from so long of never using it, she sounded almost like a stranger to herself. Amelia learned long ago to keep quiet and do as told or suffer further punishments. "Please," she said, the last part barely a whisper and mostly to herself to hold on and prepare for the fight.

She steadied herself, staring the man down and waited... waited until he was close enough she could side step him and swing the blade at a downwards angle towards his arm. Being no expert, she felt her grip falter a little, but was quick to tighten her grip again and drive the edge of the blade towards the man.