"Listen to me, Grace." The relief in Tibaut's voice had vanished and he was thinking about the next step.

"As soon as that bastard gets in, I want you to run as fast as possible and get the hell out of here. I remember seeing a guard or two around before we came here. Run in the direction we came from and don't look back."

She narrowed her eyes at him before standing up properly and staring him in the face.

The stiletto stabbed the fire veil again.

"Fine."

"Alright, get ready. (Aw, man how the hell am I going to take two of these guys on at the same time while she runs away? I guess the best move would be to focus on the one behind since that black bastard has a fetish for me or some shit.)"

As Tibaut turned around ready to pounce on the hiding enemy, Grace stood in the direction they came from mere inches from the veil.

The stiletto stabbed one more. It was pulled across the veil, tearing it open.

"Go!" Tibaut shouted.

He released the veil around them and the removal quickly spread to the rest of it. However it was slow enough to provide adequate light still and the figure who had shot the dart had come closer, was covered in the orange glow of Tibaut's desperation. They immediately ran away but Tibaut wasn't having it. He made a firelance and fired at them. It landed on a leg and they ducked behind a building.

Although that threat wasn't taken care of he couldn't forget the one behind him. He immediately turned around and saw the man in black aiming the stiletto at his neck. He quickly moved his arm up to stop it but a movement that wasn't the man in black's caught his attention. As the blade was about to graze Tibaut's skin the man moved his free arm to block something. The blow sent him sideways, though he used it as an opportunity to back away and get a clear view of this unforeseen enemy. Her feet landed on the ground and she moved her neck side to side to crick it as she hopped up and down like a fighter in the ring.

She clicked her tongue when she saw her surprise attack didn't work.

"Tch, I felt like I had him."

The person standing before Tibaut looking ready to brawl was none other than Grace.

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"What the hell are you still doing here!?" Tibaut shouted at her.

She looked calm and did some stretches while keeping her eyes on the man in black.

"This isn't the time for that Maid Red. How about we deal with this guy first." She had her usual cheery attitude, but there was no mistake in what her intention was.

"Don't get in my way," Tibaut stated before throwing himself at the man in black. The sooner he took care of him, the less likely Grace would have to throw her hat in the ring.

"You sure do have a penchant to be protected by blonde women." The man in black stated as he parried the punch thrown his way.

Tibaut didn't respond as he used the momentum from the punch to do an impromptu frontflip and try to hit him with an aerial axe kick. The man in black backed away and as Tibaut fell to the floor, he pushed himself forward to get close enough to sweep his legs but the man in black responded with a knee to Tibaut's face. He blocked it, though he felt like the blow would have broken an arm if he used only one of them to block it. The blow sent him back and he rolled away hoping it would be enough distance to comfortably get back to his feet. The man in black chased like a wild dog and as he brought the stiletto down a kick to his forearm stopped him.

"(Tch, the visibility is shit.)" It took him a bit too long to realize the clouds were covering the moon. He had been so tunnel-visioned fighting Tibaut that he hadn't taken notice of it. With this darkness, she bided her time waiting for him to make a mistake and as a bonus, she didn't make any noise due to her light steps. With how far away she was, it was likely the second attacker didn't have a clear visual on her to hit her with another dart.

As he swiftly moved the stiletto towards her, Tibaut used this opportunity to use both feet to kick him in the stomach and kip-upped to his feet.

The sky soon cleared and they were bathed in moonlight once more.

"Sorry, but I'm only good for support without my sword." She said as she focused behind her for any sneak attacks.

"Stop ruining my opportunities. If he had stabbed me, I could have grabbed his hand and traded a blow with my fireball." Tibaut commented while eyeing down the man in black.

"That's one way to thank someone for making sure you didn't get stabbed." She said with an uneasy smile on her face. "Shit."

"?" Tibaut wondered what caused that reaction but he knew he couldn't afford to turn around.

As he stared down his adversary he started to notice movement behind him.

"What th-"

Various figures in black were walking down the road, behind the man in black. Seeing Tibaut's reaction he turned around.

"Oh." He plainly commented. "Hmm, I guess I'll leave them to you."

Then without warning, he ran to the side, in-between two buildings. Some of the figures jogged after him, though Tibaut wasn't sure why. Compared to his comrades from last time, they were shorter and wore different clothing. They were baggy pants and leather armour dyed black on their torsos. He could however notice a bulge on their knees so they may have been wearing armour underneath the pants. Maybe not showing it was an aesthetic choice.

"It seems that fucker has a lot of friends here."

"Sounds like we're both seeing the same thing," Grace responded as she backed up until they had both their backs touching.