She took the lead, and ran behind the house, stabbing one of the infiltrators who had gotten stuck under a pile of stored wood. Seconds later, she vaulted through the broken window and landed inside the house. In front of her, she saw that a bit of a stalemate had developed between the strange attackers and her friends. Exchanging bolts and throwing daggers over and next to the long dining table, the walls on both ends chipped and lined with sharp projectiles. Carys and Tilia climbed in behind her, and through a quick exchange of hand signals, went to work. Carys would attack from behind, Tilia snuck up the nearby stairs to get a good altitude advantage while Ferran would look after their backs. While waiting, she soon heard footsteps, and a few brutal seconds later, a decapitated corpse humg limp through the window, blood seeping onto the floor. A small metal pendant landed in the growing pool of blood and she held it up in the moonlight to see better. It was made of silver, felt unusually heavy for its apparent size, and an obsidian emblem shaped into some sort of many-petaled flower adorned the center.

Up above, she noticed movement on top of the roof support beams, a shadow of someone sneaking about. She quietly traced it to the source, and fired a bolt in its general direction. A loud scream followed as a darkly clad figure fell from the beams and landed back first on the thick wooden table below with a wet crunching sound. A few seconds followed, before screaming from the remaining enemies began to reverberate throughout the room. After a few minutes of unending screaming, interrupted by loud questioning, followed by the wet snapping of bones, silence once more settled in.

"Hmm, I think we're clear... Indas? You hear anything?" Rein's voice was soon followed by a snort.

"What do you mean, I need to breathe quieter? Are we good, or not?"

"We're clear." Carys stood up from behind a stack of barrels.

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They all joined up around the big table. From the looks of it, everyone had gotten through the fight more or less unschathed. Rein bore a few graze marks on his jacket sleeves, but otherwise appeared in a good mood, so did Indas. As for the outside force, they were covered in mud and gore to the extent it would give the bravest warrior at least some pause.

"Hah! you got off easy! We look like blood-caked snowmen!" Tilia broke into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, shortly followed by some agreeing chuckles from everyone else.

"So, mission complete... Why don't we ask this good fellow a few questions... If he's still alive?" Rein jumped effortlessly up on the table and approached the corpse.

In the blink of an eye, and certainly before she had even grasped the situation, the dead body had rolled to the side, and with an angry roar, thrown a dagger at Rein. Using both hands, he had caught the dagger between his flat hands, the tip stopping just short of touching his leather chestplate. Without a moment's hesitation, he delivered a savage kick between the legs of the not so dead body. A shrill scream was unleashed, and as Rein withdrew his boot, Ferran saw a big, sharp and very bloody blade attached to the tip of his boot.

"Rein! Damnit! You think he'll talk to us like this?" Carys rolled her eyes.

"His fault, trying to be clever... How about you tell us who hired you, and I'll relieve your pain?" He gripped the writhing man with his hand and raised him up, blood pouring from between his legs.The man simply continued writhing, clutching his groin. Before Rein could ask any further questions, the man bit down on something.The body spasmed a few times, and went limp.

Rein dropped the body. "That's disappointing... They were professional after all..."

"Let's look at the other bodies for any sort of clues... Dibs on the valuable things though! Tilia smiled.

"I don't... Think we need to..." Ferran took out the small bloody pendant and held it up. Everyone's eyes turned to her with shock and surprise.

"How did you..." Carys was first to ask.

"Climbed in the window behind us, I cut his head off, and he wore this pendant..."

"The enemy leader... Just like that... Well done Ferran." Rein nodded with marked approval. "Let's go study it."

"Can I loot the corpses?" Tilia's puppy-eyed expression got Rein to nod. "Fine, but dispose of them afterwards..."

"Sure thing!"