(Ah sweet, I left mine open for whatevers, this works nicely. ^^  Poor Ambrosine Solistrae makes her life so much more miserable XD)<br/><br/>Solistrae nearly slides to a stop on the wet floor, her thoughts darkening with dismay as skill or luck spares her from her bladed fate.  She had felt the blade's hilt, the material brushing against her fingers when the woman fell over the servant girl.  But well it was too late now, there was no way she was going to get hit by the whip.  Screw those guards, they would have to work fast to stop her now, if they couldn't save their mistress then it would be too bad for all of them.  Turning quickly on her bare feet she turns desperate red eyes upon the rising and commanding woman.  There was no time, it was do or die, she was sorry about the strange enamored servant girl, but Solistrae had things to do other than be the property of this woman.  She gracefully lunges, almost cat like in her steel gray movements.  She falls upon Catherine her desperate hands reaching for the knife, her fingers scramble for it, while she attempts to use her weight to knock Catherine back to the ground or off balance.  For a moment, a dreadfully long one, her hands clumsily grasp the hilt, her legs were already crying at her.  She was a slave after all, no one feeds those well.<br/><br/>"I... I can't lose here, not like this!"  She pulls the knife free and attempts to bring herself around Catherine to be behind her, her movements were slowing, all she could count on was their loyalty and her desire to live.  She attempts to bring the blade to Cathrine's throat, so focused on her prize she didn't realize how much of her time she had just spent.