Those figures moved, two of the ones closest to him pointing swords at him, the silver blades dull in the dingy night. The door though could soon be heard opening, the small woman walking onto the roof as she focused on the darkly clad, hooded figures. There was ten of them, the ones closer to her pointing their sword at her as well. "Well, there goes hoping this was a prank." She said, drawing her sword quickly, ducking as she rammed her shoulder into one quickly, catching that figure off guard and knocking him back. She noticed there was a young man with blue hair, her eyes on him slightly. "I'd run if I were you!" She called out.