Tamara's face pailed when the soldier dropped in front of her. Something warm and wet had splattered on her face, but she didn't reach up to touch it. She knew waht it was. She tried to her best to hide her uneasiness and peeked out the door. One of the other soldiers had fallen, but two remained. They looked towards the kitchen door and at the body of their commrade laying on the floor.  They stared down at him and then up at Her blood spattered face.<br/><br/><br/>"You little wench." One of the growled out, stalking towards the kitchen door. Tamra back up, dropping the sword on the ground and looking up at Delgar. All traces of confidence she had held earlier were gone. "They're coming... Oh God, there coming!" She  did everything in her power not to scream when the door was shoved open and they both stood staring at her, malice in there eyes.<br/><br/>((Ok see ya later))