She looked at the sword planted firmly in the stone. It shone in the small circle of light. Her black hair fell over her face as she looked ahead. Dull footsteps could be heard through the sewers that led to the sword.
'Richard' she said without looking back.
'The bastards' Richard said. He loaded the shotgun held tightly in his hands.
'We can not help why they chose the location. The Werewolves and those stupid magical folk will be back at nightfall, I daren't stay for longer' she said.
'Them; they think they own the world. Both sides' Richard snarled. He walked closer towards the sword.
'They are being led by Remus. The traitor!' she hissed. She jumped off the rock she had been crouching on. Taking out her weapons, she loaded them quickly.
'What I do not understand is why they don't come now. Why at night?' Richard said. He fired two bullets at the sword. The bullets ricocheted off and onto the walls.
'There's no use, Richard. It cannot be harmed. The Dark Lord is searching for it also. He believes we can lead him to it. Tell me, what Cresquo is telling him?' she asked.
'Kate, I can assure you, the closest Voldemort will ever get to this place is at its borders. The sword will let no evil pass' Richard assured her.
'But what if he is invited? You know a killer is among them. He can then let others in. If he were to enter, our lives would be at stake' Kate said. Richard snorted.
'Literally' he smiled as he went over to her.
'The fires of light burn our flesh. Silver destroys theirs. If this "hunter" were to turn on us; obtain absolute power, it would be the death of us, Richard' she said.
'We'd better go back to the Hall. It is no longer safe...'