[ The redhead narrowly avoids crashing into the side of the cart, herself - but, upon gaining her footing, she find herself facing the opposition, and realises William's intentions. Smirking, she plants a foot against the siding, plunging the sword forward-- and though the stable hand has managed to pull his horse up alongside the cart, he only narrowly avoids the jab by leaning back! He can't dodge the blade as it swings for his gut, however; with a shout, he loses balance.
The man falls, but not before reaching out to grasp Grell's shirt. Roughly falling against the side of the cart, and dragged forward, her weight is only kept up by her knees. It's painful, she shouts - but it's nothing compared to the sounds of the stable hand, gutted and being dragged through gravel.
She attempts to slice at his arm, but before she's successful, he's caught on a stone, and his dead weight pulls her to the ground. ]
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The man falls, but not before reaching out to grasp Grell's shirt. Roughly falling against the side of the cart, and dragged forward, her weight is only kept up by her knees. It's painful, she shouts - but it's nothing compared to the sounds of the stable hand, gutted and being dragged through gravel.
She attempts to slice at his arm, but before she's successful, he's caught on a stone, and his dead weight pulls her to the ground. ]