Josephine didn't struggle too much, saving her energy for an attack that would free her instead. But before she got the chance to free herself from her captor's grasp, a voice rang out through the air.<span style="font-style: italic">"Too right!"</span>Her gaze turned, as well as the rest of the guards', and fell upon a young man. He looked about a year or so older than Josephine, or so she thought. 'A noble.' Was the first thought that came into her mind. The nobles were as arrogant and bad as the king; or so she thought. They stayed in their high perches and watched the languishing peasants suffer beneath the rule that they supported so willingly.<span style="font-style: italic">"He will be coming with me..."</span>The guard who was holding the cape of the masked hero loosened his grasp a bit, though he didn't recognize the male. The clothing he wore gave away that he was of high rank however, so the guard were thinking of doing as they were asked... just to avoid any trouble.<span style="font-style: italic">"As your superior officer I suggest you let him loose...after all we all know what you are doing when he attacks and I doubt the king would be pleased to hear of your misdeeds."</span>At this threat, the guards exchanged a few worried glances, and the grasp of Josephine's cloak disappeared.<span style="font-style: italic">"Now go!"</span>They didn't have to be told twice, and scurried off. Josephine glanced after them, thinking of darting off before the noble could catch her. But before she could, she was caught by the elbow and being dragged off.<span style="font-style: italic">"You... come with me."</span>"Release me, sir. I have no quarrel with you, do not make me fight." This was not a suggestion or plea, it was spoken as a command. Her voice was deepened to keep her identity behind the mask a secret. It was unheard of and frowned upon for a woman to know how to swordfight, even just hold a sword, and her family would be the first to be punished if found out.