Brynhilde darted into combat, her short sword leading the way of her advance. With both guards turned away from her it wasn't difficult to position herself so, 1d20+4=18 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3672742/) that she had an open shot at the guard's back. She had seen it before, the same pained expression as her sword pushed away the armor the man wore, sinking deep within him. "Die slaver scum", she hissed into his ear, pushing the sword in to the hilt.