Mary
*Horace would pant slightly after throwing Mercy to the floor. She was putting up a bit of a struggle which was annoying since she was weaker than him. But still, he'd won that little interaction as he saw Mercy hit the floor. Her shoulder and arm mostly cushioning the fall, though she still seemed hurt. Maybe the elf was a little too rough on her...? Horace sighed lightly once again, glancing over at the rapier that he'd just removed from her. It seemed like it was over, but the thief didn't want to take any chances. As such, he kicks the rapier by the handle towards a far corner of the room. He'd then turn to Mercy, walking over to her and kneeling down. He'd reach a hand out to her, attempting to help.*
"Uh... You okay? Sorry if i was alittle rough, you *Did* Try to kill me though..."
Michael
**The fight wasn't over yet. The injured look from Mercy is but a clever little facade; a ploy to earn his sympathy yet again, on purpose this time. The reason Mercy held her stomach was to get her hand to her waist, where she'd find the handle of her 7" Seax knife...** "Ugh... That was... That was nothing. Help me up..."

**She holds her knife in a stabbing form, and as she turned around to reach for his hand and get up, Horace is instead met with her other hand which was quickly sending the blade forward, aiming anywhere in his stomach area. She made sure he was committing to helping her up before she did so, in order to increase the chance of her attack being unexpected.** "HYAH! Die!" (
Mary
*Horace wouldn't be able to notice Mercy drawing her hidden weapon. Too focused on trying to help her up from her knocked down state. She still seemed to be playing tough, but she was at least asking for help. At least Horace didn't have to force his help on her. Though he could just leave her there, maybe report her to the police and leave before they arrive. But Horace wasn't in the mood for that seeing how he'd have to leave the Inn. The elf opens his hand, waiting for Mercy to take his so she could get up... Though Horace is instead stabbed in the stomach, not being able to react quick enough. The thief hadn't even seen the knife, nor did he expect such a thing... Being stabbed by the person you just tried to help is... An experience. The knife easily makes its way into Horace's body, tearing flesh and meat as it pierces his stomach. A moment of silence would then happen as Horace looks down, seeing his wound. He attempts to stand, although weakly as the knife is removed from him and he begins to bleed out. The elf takes a few steps back, soon connecting with a wall that sat behind up. He grunts slightly as he hits the wall, though he remains mostly silent, his eyes looking up from his wound and over to Mercy as his knees give out and he slides down the wall to the floor. A small amount of blood getting smeared on the wall as he slid down. He'd speak in a weaker, pained tone. And after he finishes, the thief looks down accepting his death.*
"H-huh... So this is how i-it ends-s? Im g-guessing your a bounty h-hunter who was after me t-then... H-hm... Well, before you f-finish me off, i'd like a r-request... I've got a sister, in the guardsmen's w-watch... Her name's Charlotte... Tell her im s-sorry and that i l-love her... Even if she doesn't care o-or celebrates, just t-tell her..."
Michael
**It happened in the blink of an eye, before Mercy knew it, her opponent was disabled and backing into the wall, hardly a threat at all. At that moment, Mercy hadn't moved a muscle, she was still on her knees a few feet away, simply observing her enemy in agony, with a gaping shocked expression.** ***I did it... I got him! He's dying!...Oh my god... He's dying... Look what you've done Mercy! Look at what you've done!!***

"I-I told you!" **Mercy exclaimed, rising to her feet at last, she seems to revel in victory, but in a rather lackluster manner, for she didn't cheer lively, she was actually out of breath, immeasurably surprised. The celebration is cut short as all of the previous anger and hate pent up in her subsided, and she was fully comprehending the magnitude of her actions. God... She kept replaying the feeling of her blade sinking into his flesh over and over, how uncanny—yet empowering it was.**

**Standing over his weakend body, Mercy was silent, just watching him some more, she appeared unsure of what to do, but also looked like she was panicking at the same time.** ***He's dying... DO something!*** **She thought.**

"Oh..." **She shuddered.** "Oh... I-I..." **It felt as though someone had impaled a stake through her heartstrings, eviscerating them and causing an influx of emotions to surface. Regret.**

***Regret.***

"Wh-What do I do?!"