“Spare may daughter, spare the rest of the village.” Was all she said her eyes hard on Astrid. She knew she couldn’t fight, knew there was no way out of this. The sword had been to heavy for her and she’d almost stumbled when she was deflected. Her posture changed and she held an air about her only a few possessed. She was ready.<br/><br/>Svala quickly grabbed the sword without taking her eyes off of Inge. She held it loosely and didn’t pick it up quite yet. There was something she wanted to try, something she knew she had to. At the mention of her mother she didn’t bat an eye. She couldn’t think of that now. In all possibility her mother would be dead already. It was how they worked she knew and if that was the case she would avenge her mother.<br/><br/>When Inge moved toward her she flung her blade up the snow piled on top of it from where it was thrown up and into Inge’s face. It was light and fluffy but that added with the stuff from her other hand should provide her with enough of a distraction to attack. She leapt up her shoulder catching Inge in the stomach as she pushed her to the ground. It was difficult and she practically fell on top of her but at the moment she had the advantage. Sword gripped tight she raised it to strike down when that knife reappeared at her throat.