[h3]Polina Laye[/h3][i]Farisian Maid[/i]

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The Farisian maid had been expecting a few things, but certainly not for Havershel to eviscerate the chandelier together with her plate shield. Polina drew back slightly, if only in surprise, before narrowing her eyes. This man was hardly as harmless as he had presented himself. No, he rather dangerous, and it took only a split second for Polina to realize that her skillset matched very poorly with how this man apparently fought, especially when she hadn’t prepped the area, nor had her full combat kitout. She didn’t want to test how well his blades held against whatever foul magic he was relying upon, and there was little else in the room harder than her steel. 

Nonetheless, she couldn’t let him escape, or allow him to harm the other maid—especially when they dearly needed more information. 
Although she knew it was likely futile, she didn’t need to be reminded by Lucrecia before she threw everything she could at the man. Everything, being whatever else in the bedroom could be moved and thrown at the man, in addition to some of her blades she had stored upon her body. If anything, it would distract and slow him down.

Let’s see how he likes getting a mattress in the face.