Luck was again with Vanestria, and her sword bit deep into the alley man's guts. He stared at her, mouth open, but only blood, no word or sound came out, then dropped the sap, then himself to the ground, bleeding, and dieing.<br/><br/>Her guide, the last man standing, cursed. With a yell that sounded desperate he swung the sap at her again, already turning to fall back or flee. Instead he stumbled, missing, and rolling on the ground, scrambling fice feet away before getting up.