"Wait, where is the Leader!" Hilda thought to herself.
"You put up a good fight, lassie. If we weren't enemies, I might have tried to recruit you, but... I doubt any of us are getting out of here alive. So, to keep the worse from happening to you..." A masculine and tired voice came from behind Hilda just before a blade was plunged through her chest from behind. Lips pressed to the woman's ear, "Rest well, and I'll see you shortly, Warmaidan." The man said before pulling his blade from Hilda's body only to lay her to rest.
