Vincent eyed the stand-off between the Warden and the prisoner in silence. She was a hard one alright, as hard as nails. Thankfully, the prisoner accepted his commuted sentence; he wasn’t sure what would have happened had he refused. It was around that moment that Vincent noticed the dull pain in his bad leg. The physical exertion of the attack had taken its toll; no doubt he would be in pain for days now.<br/><br/>He finally detached himself from the little scene with the Warden and instead started organizing the guards. He sent the injured men off to the infirmary and barked orders at the rest of them. Some prisoners needed to be locked up again, others needed medical attention of their own. More than a few lay lifeless in their cells.<br/>