A grin twisted on Amaris' pale lips as she heard the screams and cries just ahead. She hadn't seen the jester transform, and wasn't all that quite sure about what was going on out there. But whatever it was, she couldn't wait until she saw the scene. It was more than certain to be pleasant in her eyes, and it turned out to be just that way when she saw the carnage that greeted her. Her grin widened more.
"Beautiful . . ." she whispered to herself before she took in the sight of the werewolf, a little bewildered but more intrigued by creature. And here she had thought Dante to be some awkward court jester with nothing more than a few jokes and strange tricks up his sleeves. He was definitely proving himself in her eyes, and that sparked something to shine from behind her cold blue eyes. Usually she could tell when someone was going to catch her interest, but this took her by complete surprise. Yes, he was someone to hang around with for a while longer and see if there was anything else that might catch her eye.
But yes, so much for the subtile disturbance. They were known about for sure now, and that sword she was holding onto didn't seem like it was going to prove of much use. Yet she retained to hold onto it, she had her own tricks and they required that fine forged piece of steel. It was no longer time to remain behind that tainted jester, and she moved off ahead of him in the direction he was going.
The sword was now held by her side, in complete view as she picked up a run heading for another set of stairs they'd have to head up. Without doubt, there was more guards up there and waiting as well. Her footing skipped three stairs at a time as she hurried her way up them, the next door already open and welcoming her; as were the barrels of several muskets. All anticipated. As her bare foot just touched down on the top step, she lept forward into the air. The sound of open fire rung loud in her ears, the sound not unfamiliar yet not welcomed; the bullets just buzzing on pass her bare skin and some even making it through her cape that seemed like nothing more than cloth in the breeze as she released it from her neck.
The blade had long since been thrown from her grasp, piercing through the forehead of an unsuspecting guard before her. She landed directly at the fallen guard's side, crouched down and her fingers already laced back around the hilt where they belonged. Her back to the rest of the guards, they took aim and opened their fire on her again. Her form lurched around, the blade held out before her by four feet or so and the sharp edge facing the bullets. Sliced in half, the pieces of the bullets scattered in different directions around her. Grinning, she didn't wait to take off back in the direction she started. The guards no longer moved as she stopped back by the door she had just left moments ago, her hand reaching up to grasp a hold of her cape as it now just started to drift down to her.
Amaris sighed, her good cape now had several holes in it. Tying it back around her neck, she turned and walked down the center of the stunned guards and watched as they tumbled into bloody heaps of body pieces. It wasn't something that she had perfected yet, and it was highly flawed, she could tell by the scraps from the bullets. But she was getting better each time she did it. It was worth it. "C'mon, Dante," she called back to him, not so sure if he had seen it all or not, yet it didn't phase her.