Ch 5

For a brief second, no one moved nor spoke. Silence filled the room and everyone stared at what Reya had done. Lancelot half expected her to start crying after seeing her face which was full of surprise but she didn't. Instead she blinked slowly then shrugged.

"Oops."

One of the Roman officers started to advance on her. "Oops? You will pay for what you have done!" He swung his sword menacingly and the other officer followed his lead.

Reya watched them for a moment as if she thought they were going to back down, but when they kept coming towards her, she tossed an anxious look to Rose.

Rose could feel her heart beating harder and harder. Her bow was not with her and she knew Reya's katanas were up in her room.

Lancelot glanced at Rose worriedly. "Shouldn't she start fighting right about now?" He asked puzzled while the Romans got closer and closer.

"She doesn't have her swords!" Rose answered back frightened.

The Romans were almost upon Reya now and suddenly an idea dawned on Reya and she felt incredibly stupid.

"What the hell am I doing?" Reya suddenly reached around Tristan's waist and yanked his sword out from his sheath. "Lord, I'm stupid!" she shouted as she braced herself for the attacks.

One of the Romans swung his sword at her and she quickly parried away from its length. The other one darted to Reya's other side but didn't swing at her. Instead he slammed his massive body into her side and Reya suddenly fell back to where the other guard was waiting happily. Not even moving, the other guard held out his sword which suddenly was thrusted into Reya's left side.

Reya dropped to the ground as the guard easily slid the sword out of her side. Rose gasped and whirled around to Lancelot. Pushing him, she screamed, "Are you just going to STAND THERE!"

Lancelot whipped his sword out but before he could reach them, one of them fell to the ground dead.

Startled, Lancelot skidded to a stop and watched as another arrow struck the last officer in the stomach. He spun around to his right to see Dagonet standing on a middle stair with his bow out.