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""We've no idea we ain't getting involved in that!!"" The two idiot replied altogether, hilariously synchronized in their response. 'Ah' hide an' wait til it's over, I swear on me mum!" Said one. "I ran fer' it!" Continued the other. ""Reinhold an' Birk took closer look!"" Finished them together.

Then there's the knock, and a disarmingly polite questions. The two hunters paused, glancing at each other before replying. "Ain't the best of time here!"

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"GRRRAAAHH!"

Yvonne was really, really pissed off. The girl got zero combat training and she'd still made a plaything out of her. Not a good feeling, that. Perhaps she should've invested more in spellbreaker talisman or whatnot. Food for thought, if she survived this day. Mages were great rarities, but she'd been neglecting countermeasures against them for a tad too much.

The company carried special pikes for lindwurms, for fuck's sake. If boss (not Sparky) do that just to prepare for rare oversized lizards she'd do well preparing for some assholes in robes.

Scrambling back to her feet, Yvonne scampered not toward the blind girl since it had proven to be a bad idea, but instead to Gerralt's corpse. She wanted the prick? She could have him. Grabbing the dead mob boss by a leg, the mercenary draw into her drying well of strength to drag and swing the corpse at the blind mage like a macabre bludgeon.

"Catch this, bitch!"

Gonna be out of commission for two weeks at least. Beats dying though.

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"Motherfuck-"

Yvonne felt like an invisible giant had decided to slap her off her feet, barely managing to angle Sparky just right to avoid falling head-first. Welp, change of plans. Boss elf... hurt bad, but not dying just yet. Good enough. The girl had gotten so much closer now, giving up the strategic advantage that was the river of filth slicing through the cavern. And... she's weeping for that asshole Gerralt? Hmm. Something to use.

First thing first, she grasped her mace with both her hands before hurling it straight to the weeping girl. Whether it hit or miss the weapon likely would be forever gone in the flowing filth, but she's got bigger worry than replacement cost right now. Then Yvonne set to charge forward, very much ready to perform some corpse desecration if it'll give her any advantage at all.

Everything ached. Pity that her battle trance had faded. She could really use some boost right now.

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Aah, yikes, explosions. Yvonne hate explosions. There's no good way to deal with them beside hoping that the one aiming it missed, and that's fucking unreliable. Just getting clipped can irreparably maim a man no matter how skilled. It's even worse than musketeers. Thankfully the explosion-users were all on her side for once. That's a nice change of pace.

"What the fuck-"

So of course the world had to throw another curveball at her little group. She recognized the newcomer, the girl that was locked in some room with more magical reinforcement than most high-security dungeons. And she so happen to have a bone to pick with Sparky right there, very nearly blowing the elf to little pieces if not for the reflex to detonate the blast early.

Running away looked like an awfully appealing prospect right now. The series of fights today had been downright unpleasant.

Shaking off the thought, Yvonne sprint from her cover to grab and heave their team leader away. She's risking exarcebating existing injuries, but it would be a moot point if the next blast hit Sparky dead on. She'd need a bucket to collect the remains then. As for where, well. The nearest pillar would do, for now. And to think that just a minute ago it was her side that was raining explosives on the opposition. Life sure had a way to screw you over, eh?

"Dont group up, scatter away! MOVE!"

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Matilda's sheer bulk alone was intimidating enough close-up, the two idiots very unsubtly had their eyes on her teeth the entire time as they shrunk and shrunk like a pair of shriveled testicles. The claim of being the head of guards and beheading threat simply pushed them past the panic point as their eyes widened, near-synchroniously trying to step back only for her grip to be ironclad and they just rebounded back to the original place. If there's fight or flight instinct raging in their mind, well, it was summarily and handily defeated by the "give up and beg for mercy" instinct. If that's even a real thing.

"L-l-lady- I mean, ma'am- ahmean, Sire-"

"Sire is for men ya dork! Dame, yes? Dame Hilda, ah've heard of yer name, yer' the bestest and strongest knight-"

"Ah saw a fight! Ain't got nothin' ta do with me, I swaer on me mum!"

"Yer mum's dead! B-birk an' Reinhold went for closer look! I ain't dealin' with that shit, I went straight home! Ne'er shot even a rabbit, for real!"

If they're not held tight by Matilda's iron fist, they probably would've ended up fighting each other to toss the other to the chopping block to save their own skin.

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"Wh-what'dya mean ther' lady! We know nuffin' bout no hunting ground, ain't that right Ingmar?" The first man stammered very suspiciously as his eyes darted to the exit of the room behind Matilda, before back to the orc knight.

"Very much so! It's against the law, yennow? We're all law abiding citizens 'ere! Long live the king and all, aye!" The second man nodded a tad too vigorously, already inching backward so that he's a bit further to Matilda compared to the first.

If the situation wasn't so urgent, these two probably could've make some hilarious comical duo.

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Yvonne took a glance around as Sparky left cover and traded some shots. Oh boy, a barrier? That ain't looking good. With how Aaron being completely and utterly eclipsed by his brother in every single way possible, it's easy to forget that he's not actually a complete waste of oxygen and had House Delving's extensive resource to improve himself with. The barrier looked simple, but for such things it didn't need to be complicated.

The boss returned to cover soon after. There's the order to move, Yvonne didn't question and sprint toward the directed pillar, keeping her stance low in a zig-zag to minimize chance to hit. Were the enemies reloading? Probably. Would she make it easy for them to shoot at her? Hell nah.

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There's really nothing special in the house. It looked like it's lived by two people, looking at the simple bed at the cutlery. A part of the ceiling was leaking and had been left leaking for days end, looking at the puddle accumulating underneath of it. All in all, it was practically destitute. Not an uncommon sight among the peasantry, unfortunately.

"Uh, ma'am. He fell asleep." Pointed out one of the two tag-alongs. Reinhold was seated on a chair by the table, but he's quite obviously out of it if the light snoring was any indication. "He was rubbing him eyes, said gonna rest it for a sec. Then he's out like a baby. Man prolly 'aven't slept for damn near a week." The other added helpfully.

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"Whoa! Aww shucks ser, that's very generous of ya. Ah'll be right back, kind sers!" He weighted and then bit into the coins and ascertained that they were, in fact, gold coinage. With a significant pep to his steps the farmhand disappeared further into the compound, before came lugging back a sizeable rendering vat at record's time. He watched with a hint of confusion as Cedar moved the stuff to somewhere else before the idea came to him and he naturally blurted it out without reserve.

"Oh, ya 'ave business with Birk innit? Ya can leave me ta' stew these if ya wish." Well, he'd ask Hilda because he had no idea how to cook but really. With the amount of tip the entire farm crew wouldn't mind sparing a couple hours to help with this.

"Thankya kindly mister!" Was the real cheerful reply. "Muh friend here seems ta be in a right hurry--- I'm much abliged! Be back later, fo sho!"

As Cedar trundled further and further away, the young farmhand rolled his sleeve and set to prepare enough meal for twenty.

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What were the odds of this prick Aaron showing up here and now? Yvonne had always pegged him for a major pain in the ass, but not the treasonous sort - which, from how he's planning to bury them all here, was looking all nice and likely.

The moment the violence started, Yvonne randomly tossed the bottle of liquor across the bank before legging it behind a pillar. Nah, she ain't fancying standing in the open against entire squadron of musketeers. She had seen what those thing could do to armor and flesh. A decision that soon was proven correct with the thick mist that unnaturally filled the cave within seconds - she ain't fighting jack shit with vision this bad.

Sparky happened to join her cover moments later, which was greeted with a lopsided grin. It's just one bout of shitshow right after another today, eh?

"Heya boss. Quite deep up in shit creek we are today." Yvonne couldn't see much, but she could listen still. Wont be infallible, but she at least had some estimate to identify approaching presence as friend or foe. Her current group was rather distinct after all. "If Aaron ain't involved in some sort of conspiracy I'll eat my boots."