<div style="text-align: center"><u><span style="font-size: 18px">Sabine van Laren</span></u>​</div>Sabine's heart was certainly pumping now! The heady mixture of adrenaline from being fired upon and endorphins from sprinting after Saski had the young noblewoman's thoughts racing by the time she finally caught up. Taking deep breaths, Sabine slowly examined around her surroundings. Saski had been right about the sheds... But it did seem like the only easy way forward was down a main street that certainly would be covered...<br/><br/>Sapphire blue eyes glanced about, then fixed upon Saski. Sabine motioned for her comrade to hold as she pulled out her binoculars once more... and caught some hint of the enemy ahead. She quickly set her binoculars aside and drew out her pencil and notepad, jotting down a few quick calculations... This... should work...<br/><br/>With urgency in her eyes, she again motioned to Saski, urging her to take cover, remaining silent so as to not alert their foe. A hand slipped into her satchel, pulling out one of the test grenades. With a silent prayer, she slipped it down the tube of the launcher and then, holding her breath...<i>KTHUNK!</i>Sabine's eyes were wide as she watched the round get lobbed up into the air, aimed for the corner of the building where she suspectedly the enemy was.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><u><span style="font-size: 18px">Cecilia Lasalle</span></u>​</div>It was a fleeting moment, but Cecilia felt tremendous pride at that shot, knocking the enemy right on their ass. The enemy was down, however, but not fully out. Cecilia's golden eyes went wide as the fellow soon took some wild shots in their direction. The former maid strived to remain calm, taking care to aim a few good shots to put the fellow truly and fully down.<br/><br/>A bit embarrassed, Cecilia exhaled deeply, remarking in aside to Theo, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">Well... that could have gone better, non?</span></b>" She gave a little nervous giggle before suggesting, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">It is probably best for us to displace, oui?</span></b>" Her eyes darted towards where their enemy lay, and beneath her breath she muttered, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">Ah, zut alors...</span></b>" She looked to Theo and shook her head. With a little cant of her head off to the side, she advised, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">Perhaps a little flanking maneuver?</span></b>"<br/><br/>The wall off to the east was tall, but not entirely insurmountable... Especially if one was actually of normal height, unlike the petite Couronnese maid. With a pretty smile shined upon Theo, she asked, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(71, 85, 119)">Help me up, m'sieur?</span></b>" She waited for Theo's response, rocking a little upon the balls of her feet, rifle shouldered in preparation to climb that wall. If her guess was right, they could get the element of surprise if they moved quick enough...