"Stop it!" she yelled out once more at the man, gritting her teeth against the cold that started to sting her hands.

But, it seemed her words once more fell on deaf ears as the man continued his attacks. Thankfully he was slow, unbalanced, making it easy to dodge this way or that, but sometimes barely getting out of the way. Unless an opportunity arose, Amelia was unsure how much longer she'd be able to keep at this. Each hit of their swords rang through her body, wreaking havoc on an already weakened form.

Finally... Like some unspoken miracle, the man got his sword stuck! She knew she didn't have much time to think, and did the first possible thing she could think of. He was still so close as he tried to free his weapon from the pillar, she snuck out from between him and the pillar, lifted a hand and yanked the helm from his head before raising the pommel of her sword and bringing it own to the back of his head. She heard a sickening thud as the two connected, and watched as his form stiffened for a second before slumping to the ground with a groan.

Unsure if he was just knocked out, or worse, Amelia sheathed the sword and looked around once she got to the end of the alley way. It was still quiet and no one was seen. She glanced back over her shoulder at the body still on the ground, frowned, then left and quickened her steps as she searched for a tavern, inn, something still showing signs of life she could find safety at for now.