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[ Likewise, William wants no harm to come to his lady. What would all his efforts have been for if he allows these men to try her for their own ignorant ideals?

He gives her a stern nod, hoping to reassure her despite her sudden calm demeanor. In truth, he's unsure how he'll silence the man. His shirt is hastily buttoned, as are his trousers. He's certain it's the most disheveled he's ever looked, but that's hardly important, at the moment.

Swallowing hard, he opens the door, quickly grabbing the man by his tunic and forcing him hard against the wall. As one arm pins him in place, the other hand clamps over his mouth, causing muffled shouts as the man flails. This certainly isn't enough, but it should give Grell a spot of time to grab what she needs and move. ]

[ William's unwavering demeanour certainly does provide her with more confidence - although, such a thing seems to be dangerous. Sweeping in to shut the door behind them, Grell unsheathes her sword and has it pressed to the man's neck in one fluid motion. ]

We could simply go. Silently. Take our things and leave the money. But would that be sensible?

Edited 2020-04-05 08:39 (UTC)

[ Even with a blade to his throat, the man has nothing but disgust showing on his face. He doesn't want them to have to take another life. Suddenly, though, there's other voices in the hallway. Perhaps the owner's wife, or the patrons in the adjacent room. Unable to do more than mumble, the man kicks his foot heavily against the wall, attempting to gain their attention. ]

Kill him.

[ The contempt in that man's eyes provokes a flash of annoyance behind Grell's - quickly shifting to outright anger as his physical rebuttal.

No sooner than William gives his demand does she jab the point of the sword into flesh, rupturing the arteries beneath. It's quick, deliberate-- and almost too easy. Still, her heart skips a beat. ]

Let us be swift, my love.

[ She'll need to mull over it later; for now, there are bags to grab! ]

[ William drops the man's limp body to the floor, paying no mind to the pool of blood that slowly spreads out from under it. He should probably feel some sort of remorse, but none comes. He's not certain if that's a good thing. ]

We will have to leave through the window.

[ Unless they wish to take out the entirety of the inn's housed. ]

[ Bag underarm, Grell pauses to glance back at the window. They're at the second level, of course, but it's still a safer option than confronting the remainder of the occupants. With a sigh, she nods. ]

It might be better if you climb down first, then. I don't know if I could catch the luggage.

[ Window opened, William carefully backs out of it. Aside from the window sill, there isn't anything else to grasp onto, so he has to risk the fall. He lands on his well enough, but the force doesn't do well for his knees, and he briefly stumbles back before catching himself on the building's side. The pain his brushed off, though. He needs to focus on getting her down safely. ]

Alright. [ He motions for her to send down their bags. ]

[ Of course, Grell couldn't resist looking after him, absolute worry etched into her features. Though he indicates that he's ready, she still waits a moment longer, to ensure that he stays steady on his knees. Thankfully, he seems to be alright enough, so she nods back - and carefully maneuvers the first back out the window to drop.

She holds her breath, but as soon as she sees that he's got it, she rushes for the second. ]

[ Once both bags have been caught, William glances towards the front of the building thinking he heard some voices from inside. Not wanting her to experience his own landing, he moves close to the wall, ready to ease her feet down to the ground. ]

Honestly, we need to hurry.

I'm trying.

[ Grell hastily half-whispers. Seeing him reach for her, she nibbles at her lip while turning herself to climb out the window backwards, attempting to use the side of the building to drop herself down smoothly. She's almost got it, but the toe of her shoe slips at the last moment, banging her knee on the siding. Her jaw clenches terribly to keep her curse to a hiss. ]

Ngh-- okay, I-- I'm letting go.

[ Wonderful, now she's hurt herself, as well. William braces himself, catching her fairly smoothly despite the jolt of pain it causes in his legs. He flinches but tries to remain strong for her sake. Gently placing her down, he scoops up the larger bag of the two. ]

Are you alright to run if we need to?

[ He's hoping they can manage to get the horses up and moving quickly enough, but there's no telling. ]

[ Only once in his arms, she realises that she'd been holding her breath! Easing onto her feet, she looks back to give him a grateful smile, hand hovering to touch him before she snaps herself to. There's no time. ]

I'll have to be. [ Following suit, she slings the other over her shoulder, then readjusting the holster at her waist. Heading the direction the horses have been kept, she's shows a noticeable limp, but nothing she can't walk off. ] I wonder how much was heard...

[ He's doing his best to hide he's own pain, giving a soft grunt every few steps. ]

There were others at the entrance to the inn, though I could not hear what they were saying. Hopefully no one has noticed.

[ Reaching the carriage, he nestles his bag into the back before attempting to rouse the horses. ]

[ Grell hadn't noticed the others, so now that he's mentioned it, she'll look over her shoulder to ensure that no one has taken note of their presence. Thankfully, no one yet.

William, however, clearly isn't in the best state. Watching him wearily as long as she can, she then lingers behind to cover and secure their bags - but also to keep watch while the other does as he must. ]

How bad is it?

I will be fine.

[ He has to be.

It takes some coaxing but he finally gets both horses up and hitched. He helps Grell up to her seat, making certain the least amount of pressure is put on her injured knee. He follows suit, gritting his teeth as he climbs. ]

[ Though hesitant to accept his help, in fear that she might strain him further, she quietly thanks him, doing what she can to pull her own weight.

After, she reaches down to hook an arm under his. ]

I'm so sorry, darling...

[ Ah, but are those footsteps that she hears? Suddenly, she finds herself with more strength to pull! ]

It-- it may be nothing, but we should go.

[ He's grateful for the assistance and leans to give her a kiss of thanks. But then he picks up on the sounds she's heard. Thinking it best that they leave as calmly as they can, he gives a quiet command to the horses, steering them towards the other side of the town. ]

[ Even now, her cheeks warm when he kisses her. Looking down, she gives his hand a fond squeeze before she scoots over a reasonable distance. It's a decent distraction from the stares she feels upon them, so that she may not look their way so obviously.

Still, she can't help but glance. It's the stable hand, rather alarmed to see someone leaving without notice. It could be worse, but it still isn't good that they've been spotted! ]

Perhaps a bit faster...

[ Hopefully the man didn't catch the quick kiss. But either way, Grell's advice is taken and he snaps the reins of the cart. The horses are slow to respond, obviously unnerved at not getting the sleep they deserved. The man gives a perplexed shout after them which causes the others emerging from the building to spot them. They don't seem happy. ]

I think his body has been found.

[ The thought occurs to her, as well - and then, she realises that the kiss is the least of their problems! While an audible, steadying sigh, she rests a hand on the hilt of the sword. ]

Seems you may be right.

[ Chancing looking behind once more, she sees that they're being pursued by a few citizens on foot - and it seems the stable hand has drawn a horse. ]

Ah. No question, then. [ She draws her sword. ]

[ It's now that William wish he'd thought to bring a weapon of his own. Grell's skilled with her sword, that is certain, but he can only do so much to protect her with only his fists. With another, sharp crack to the reins, William gets the horses moving fast enough that they may avoid the altercation. He hopes the two can hold on until the others give up their chase. ]

[ Grasping the back of the seating, Grell turns to rest a knee on the bench, sword at the ready. With the horses moving faster, they'll certainly avoid those on foot; however, the stable hand is moving much faster, as his horse isn't pulling a cart. ]

I love you, Will; you know, I couldn't say it enough.

[ Swooping in, she kisses him. ]

I'm moving to the back.

And I love you.

[ He gets a second kiss in before he lets her go. Why couldn't he have admitted it sooner...

Seeing a cross road ahead, William leads the horses in a sharp drift left. It has the cart effectively cutting ahead of the stable hand. If Grell can manage, she maybe able to use the maneuver to her advantage. ]

[ 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. ]

Edited 2020-04-15 07:26 (UTC)

[ Unable to look back as he's trying to keep the horses from faltering, William's only sense of ease is the shouts from the man. She has to have hit her target for him to cry in such agony. He pulls back on the reins just enough to get their bearings, once more. But it's oddly quiet behind him, now. William risks a glance behind only to find Grell's gone, and her image is slowly growing smaller as the horses continue.

With out another thought, William risks a jump from the moving carriage. He falters, stumbling hard onto his knees, undoubtedly causing more injury than the earlier fall. But he's up before he's realised, running as fast as he's able to reach her. ]