**AN: Thank you for reading my story. Please let me know what you think. The characters Devil, May and Captain are inspired by Team DMC on the Captain Who Gaming twitch channel. You can check it out on Thursdays at 9pm. CaptWhoGaming on Twitch. That might make some things make more sense.(smile)**

She was blinded by the bright sunlight as she stepped out of the cathedral. Shouts and laughter drew her attention to the pillory at the far side of the square. She turned to a sight that boiled her blood in an instant. The hunchback that had been her assailant the night before was now at the mercy of the master executioner. The poor soul had been tied to the wheel. They had stripped his shirt and apparently whipped him terribly by the blood that covered him. The executioner spun the wheel he was tied to and the crowd had begun pelting him with whatever rancid fruit or fresh dung that lay conveniently to hand.

And the poor wretch was a pathetic sight, indeed. He was horribly deformed, hunch-backed with only one eye and terribly bowed legs. At first he had struggled against his assailants. Apparently not understanding what was happening to him. But as she watched he gave in, crushed and humiliated, to the crowds cruel humor. Suddenly the mission didn't matter. She had to end this cruelty. Captain would understand. She didn't hold a grudge against him and she was the only one that suffered any offense at his hands. He didn't deserve this. She recalled his strength and force. He was an admirable fighter and deserved better than this humiliation at the hands of a common rabble.

She moved quietly through the crowd, so fast any who noticed her passing saw only the edge of her cloak disappearing into the crowd. But everyone saw the strange knife that suddenly appeared beside the hunchback, severing the ropes that held him. A hush fell as she jumped up to the pillory and ran to his side. With a single movement she recovered the dagger and cut the remaining ropes. She moved so fast, few could follow her movements. Even the hunchback himself was dazed. The master executioner took a moment to recover and immediately fell to beating her with the viscous flail dripping with the hunchback's blood. She blocked the brunt of the attack, but one small barb cut through her heavy shirt and found blood. She threw herself into the executioner laying him out on the pillory floor and, quickly taking the hunchback's arm, ran for the stairs.

The soldiers were moving towards them by the time they'd reached the pillory edge. She quickly turned the hunchback to face her and looking him in the eye said, "Wait here until I've dealt with the soldiers, then run to safety." She only hoped he had a safe place to run to. This thought came and went as she was off the platform and running to meet the two closest soldiers. With dagger in hand she lunged low, avoiding their spears and cutting one's side. He made a perfect barrier when he stopped to grab the wound. She jumped around him to hit the other soldier on the side of the head before he could turn fully to face her. As she moved on to the next few, the others turned their attention from the hunchback to her. Which is exactly what she wanted.

She ran to the far side of the pillory with two more on her tail and four behind them, passing the hunchback by where he stood watching as dumbfounded as the crowd. She ducked under the platform and , using the support beams like a stripper pole, swung around catching one soldier in the chest with both feet. She let her body follow him to the ground and rolled away throwing her dagger into the leg of the other. It briefly occurred to her that they might die of infection and that could mess up history, but she hoped they were either really lucky or really unimportant. The goat trotted up to her excited and playful. It seemed to like a good fight, too. Nice.

There were four left that ran toward her. The hunchback had a clear path to get away. Good. The four men slowed as they got closer to her. She couldn't help but smile seeing them move to surround her. The one to her right ran headlong for her. She dodged with a heavy blow to the back of his head and he dropped to the ground and the back of her leg hit the goat and she fell to the ground. "Dang it!" She shouted as she rolled fast to her right and jumped up facing the next soldier with his sword at the ready.

While she looked for an opening, the goat charged at his shins. Making a perfect opening. She slipped into his guard and broke his arm, taking his sword as he fell screaming. "Good job, Horny." She said smiling. Hazarding a quick glance to the pillory stairs, she saw the hunchback hobbling toward the cathedral. Good. Now she just had to get away. She decided the direct approach would be best. Running fast at the last two with a sword and a yell, she slashed as the goat charged into the knees of one, bringing him down onto the other. She couldn't help laughing as she leapt over them and ran into the crowd with a happy little clip-clop right behind her.

Meanwhile, unknown to all, a certain priest had been watching the events unfold from a window high in Notre Dame. As he watched this strange girl fight and defeat these men with such apparent ease, he felt again that reverence from the night before that had compelled him to order her capture. Long after she'd disappeared from the scene, he looked on in wonder at what had passed. She really was something special. She would be the ruin of him and everything he as trying to accomplish. He turned away from the window to sit at his simple table littered with the books and papers he had most recently been studying. There was still so much he needed to do. More he needed to know to meet his goal. He could not afford to let himself be distracted now. But watching her fight had roused a heat in him that he simply could not deny. A sharp knock at the door snapped him out of his thoughts. Good. A new distraction might get his mind off of the last one. "Enter" he called. The door quickly opened revealing a young man with wide, excited eyes. "Claude. Oh, brother, you won't believe the most amazing woman I just saw in the cathedral. She was beautiful and had with her the most adorable little goat."

Captain could do nothing but shake his head upon hearing the report of his soldiers being defeated and evaded by the very woman they had 'rescued' less than 24 hours prior. Why couldn't she keep a low profile just once? He was grateful that no one was killed. Only minor injuries. There shouldn't be any lasting damage to the people or the time. But it was still too big a disturbance to make. He would have to have a serious talk with her. And this time he would not let that sweet, happy smile of hers shake his resolve. She would be properly scolded this time. But now, at least, he had a good reason to go into the cathedral. He needed to question the hunchback for information about a wanted criminal. Maybe he could get some useful information while he was there.