[She is, indeed, the type who enjoys a good fight, regardless of the bloodshed. So long as she comes out the victor in the end and, in this case, she has. So, when Alhaitham blinks at her for a moment, she stares back at him, brows arched and waiting, boot pressing more firmly over the wrist beneath her, so when he finally finishes the deed, she huffs with relief beneath the dying, choking sound that it makes.
As for the other one, Benedikta has little patience left for the screams that she is making, so she simply takes her sword and drives the end of it through her throat, making her end just a quick and easy before she can crawl her way out of the books. She makes a face at the blackened tip of her blade and glances around the room before she wipes it down on one of the fancy velvet couches stationed in the centre.]
No wonder they were so adamant... Looking for a new master or some such...
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As for the other one, Benedikta has little patience left for the screams that she is making, so she simply takes her sword and drives the end of it through her throat, making her end just a quick and easy before she can crawl her way out of the books. She makes a face at the blackened tip of her blade and glances around the room before she wipes it down on one of the fancy velvet couches stationed in the centre.]
No wonder they were so adamant... Looking for a new master or some such...