The man that had been at the front looked quickly to his weapon, then down to his fallen comrades, rage seemed to fill his face as his whole face seemed to scrunch in anger. "YOU BASTARD!"<br/><br/>Friday's eyes widened  as the man charged the tower of flesh and metal, he was raising his sword just when she darted in, sliding in on the mucky ground, she summoned her screaming blades and soon after her sword seeming to emanate a slight annoying scream. The man seemed to grow angrier as he heard the scream, but hit didn't last long as her blade slid up between the chest plate, and the arm joice, the sweet spot. The sword had buried beep, and she watched as the man dropped his weapon, the whites of his eyes wide as he gasped for air. Friday attempted to keep the dying man's heavy weight from crushing her, side stepping she unsheathed her sword letting the man roll off to the side with a thud as she peered down to her bloodied hand. Looking up to the towering man she raised her chin and stalked toward the other male whom she had given the daggers to. Her hand gripped his as she tugged him along, "Come, I will protect you, and teach you how to use those" her eyes darted to the daggers to indicate what "those" were. If the towering man followed, then that was his own decision, but they needed to get out of here.