Snowfall had taken stance, with her blade hilt at her hip, and the tip pointed towards the head of any attacker. She took a defensive position, her blade parrying and swatting away incoming spear head. She didn't really have a plan after she split open that slaver's head and now she was heavily regretting it. Her heart races, and her blood pumped. She was afraid, she could die, she didn't know what was going to happen. She swore her heart skipped 10 beats when a soldier found an opening in her guard, thrusting for her chest. Snowfall quickly attempted to parry, but she parried the blade after it had paused for some reason . Snowfall soon realized that there was a blade through that man's back.
It took a few moments for Snowfall to realize what had happened, She glanced at her surroundings. Four guards, well armed and tough looking had rush to her aid. They didn't look like city guards, or even mercenaries..No, these were professional body guards, and Snowfall had been lucky.Snowfall gave a smile, nodding to the guard as she rushed forward. The other three guards had been occupied, for they had realized they were being flanked and then rushed to defend themselves against the incoming guards. Snowfall approached one from behind, a rather tall figure armed in leather lamelarr. She drove her sword upwards through his spine, the man paralyzed with fear, pain , and the fact that he was now literally paralyzed. She moved onto the second who had turned to face her. He reflexively thrusted for her head, she ducked her head to the right, while parrying the incoming spear head to the left. After the spear was out of harms way, she dashed forward, smashing her pommel into the mans nose while a fellow guard from Anton stabbed him through the neck.
The battle was over in less than a minute. Snow gave a soft exhale, a sign of her exhaustion. She wasn't breathing heavy from exhaustion, no, she was breathing out of fear. She was shocked that she felt this way. For all the battles she had been in she was shocked that this one was the one that made her scared. She pondered the thought deep before she realized that there was a leader to these guards. She quickly looked to the rich looking lord to her left. She sat down on a body, her hood still pulled over her head as she cleaned her blade on the mans leather. She spoke softly and quietly, though just loud enough for Anton to hear. Her voice a soft, young and naive voice, Snowfall liked to think it was cute sounding as well.
"O..oh...t..Thank you mister.." She looked over to the slaves with a sad frown, than back to Anton, awaiting a response.