Desantes carefully walked across the roof. As silently as possible she responded her position and readiness. She had a revolver in a holster at her side, but her hands rested on the hilt of the long sword at her side. she was already seeing possible futures for this battle. Picking the one that worked in their favor she focused on it. She had decided to button up her trench coat to keep the chains at her sides from tinkling. Readying herself she prepared to pull her sword out when the signal was given.