Ashton's hand dropped the sword, but she switched her tack. Kneeing Brian in the crotch then his stomach as the man doubled over in pain. She glared at Amaya and held her numb and twitching arm.<br/><br/>"What happens here is my own affair, Ms. Amaya. You're about to overstay your welcome, unless you hand me my sword. This man needs to die, because he has seen his partner die," Ashton hissed, glaring daggers at Amaya.<br/><br/>She turned back towards Brian, extending a hand back towards Amaya. The other demon hunter had crumpled onto the floor sideways in a fetal position, clutching where Ashton had kicked him.<br/><br/>"I highly suggest," Roy spoke up, stepping forward with his crossbow. He looked at Amaya with a serious gaze. "That you do not do anything like that again." He bent down and picked up the sword. "Sir Ashton. Your sword."