Shaking her head at their stupidity and clumsiness she turned the man’s club with her sword, she barreled past, the great horse knocking him to his feet.  Throwing her dagger into the other henchman’s throat with such force it buried itself to the hilt with a sickening sound of parting flesh and scraping bone, she turned Garnet to charge the blonde again.  She leaned over, swinging around to catch him mid-throat, his blood spewing as he fell, his club still clutched in his hand.<br/><br/>She looked to where the first man was struggling to stand again, turning Garnet towards him with a twitch of her thigh, noting out of the corner of her eye with disbelief that the blonde was struggling to stand, his hand clutched to hold the wound at his throat.<br/>