One showed no hesitation in thrusting a spear at her and she showed no hesitation in grabbing it and jumping into the air. The two riders beside him tried their best to attack her but they didn't want to risk hitting their comrade.

She went over his horse with a frontflip and managed to fling him upwards on her descent as he held on to his spear. One of the riders jumped off his horse hoping to surprise her but the loudness of his footsteps, the shaking of the ground and his ragged breathing were too much. Any one of those would have alerted Elizabeth to his presence but with all of those in conjunction, he may as well have placed a siren on himself.

One back elbow was all Elizabeth needed to send to the floor with his face bloodied. She caught his sword when it flew from his hand and just in time. The man she had flung into the air was now at the latter end of his descent and she quickly rushed towards him.

She brought the sword upwards and thankfully for the man falling he wasn't bisected. He had worn a metal plate to protect himself and she could tell. Instead of turning into two halves, the blade broke after going several inches into his back, leaving Elizabeth with a sword similar to her own, damaged by Tibaut.

He fell to the ground limply, still breathing yet incapable of ever moving his legs again. Elizabeth moved past him and turned around to see the man with the man of a lion before her.

A slash was evident on the leather armour she wore on her back but that was all.

(“I see Saito’s actions were not out of caution.”) He thought as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

The man grimaced after witnessing that display. Five of his riders remained, yet she only had a scratch on her armour. Worse of all she mocked them by using their weapons yet she didn't have a scratch on her body.

The riders were beginning to look hesitant about approaching.

He moved his hand once more and some of the riders pulled out crossbows.

(“...Not all of them have crossbows but this should be good. Even if they don't hit they should provide a good distract-”)

He narrowly avoided a sword flung his way and swiftly blocked a punch with his sword. The blow sent back a few feet and it wasn't pleasant when the side of his sword slammed his chest.

“Have you no chivalry, woman?” He remarked.

“You call ganging up on a single opponent chivalrous?” She disinterestedly responded.

He noticed her eyes were focused behind and saw it as an opportunity. He soon stopped himself when he heard the sound of something falling behind him.

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He backed away and when he decided there was a safe enough distance between them, he looked behind.

On the floor was one of his men with his crossbow in hand. It was obvious he was focused on drawing back the bowstring and not their opponent. Why might you ask? The sword thrown at Leo was lodged in their face. Based on the lack of movement, it didn't take a genius to see they were dead.

The men looked to Leo for directions and he gave them another hand signal. The ones with crossbows rode off a few metres in the forest, and the one with a melee weapon got off his horse.

Elizabeth continued to watch them, opening and closing one of her fists for some reason.

Whistling was heard and she ducked. An arrow flew over her head. Two men alongside Brother Leo rushed her and she showed no concern.

She parried Leo’s attacks while dodging the others with relative ease. They might as not have been there with how much she was focusing on solely Leo. She even started to overpower him, while his two henchmen were helpless to do anything. One with a bloodied face tried to grab her but she hopped over him like she was playing leapfrog and kept the pressure on Leo.

(“Why is-”) He wondered why she hadn't retaliated but it soon became obvious. With all three so close to her they provided cover from the crossbowmen. She pushed him aside and picked up a crossbow. She had forced him all the way to the dead henchmen with a sword in his face. She picked up an arrow and fired off two shots in succession, in two completely different directions.

(“To draw a shot so effortlessly…”) He thought as he approached her. One was already set in the crossbow but it took her no time at all to load a crossbow that'd take the average person two hands, with only one.

Much to his chagrin, he knew where these shots were going. After all, the riders were a few metres away but they were still visible with the naked eye.

Two yelps were heard soon after and the men fell off their horses.

“E-Enough of this shit!!!” He roared out before being punched.

(“Sharp teeth?”) She mused before as she watched him wield back in pain.

(“I didn't want to use this here but…”)

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“What's this?” The blonde man asked.

He had been brought to the fifth floor and was standing before Father Daniel. There was a woman restrained to a table, with tears in her eyes struggling. He wondered why Father Daniel hadn't just killed this woman already, her excretions gave the place an awful smell.

“Leo, I'm conducting an experiment of sorts.” The shorter blonde man responded.

“I can see that but why have you called me down here.” He slowly reached for his sheathed sword but the priest laughed.

“Hahaha, don't worry Leo. If I wanted to kill you I would do it as soon as I felt the need. Besides, what do you think would have happened if you did stand up to me, hmmm?”

“Surely you jest, Father, it's the atmosphere around here that's putting me on edge. I feel like I'm being watched.” He jittered while observing his surroundings with extra care.

“(The one on this floor should be fine. Though I'm not yet sure what makes them so docile…) I see… my mistake.” He pulled out a small sack and handed it to him.