~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Alice knocks over to the cold and sober surface. Her neck was bleeding as her leg.
The enemies remained steady, thinking that she was pretending again to be dead. "It's the right time to be killed, young woman. I've warned you."
The noblewoman sauntered nearer to Alice.
She passed by the guards who bowed their heads until she heaves one of their weapons. "Your honour!" The guard exclaimed when he felt that someone took it from his grasp. "I will kill her," Halted from stepping as he looked intently into the bright moon.
She turned and faced the shivering survivors, lifting her head held high with conviction and authority.
