She froze upon the commotion, slinking back into the shadows with a disgusted sneer as her bright blue eyes studied the Governor and his men from afar. Her lip curled. Her stomach tightened and as the memories came pouring into her intricate memory, her fury worsened tenfold. But she couldn't attack yet. Let the son of a bitch get distracted by her strategic placement of walkers for the time being. His end would come by either her hand or Daryl's in due time. When that moment came, it was sure to be a wonderful end to a very evil reign. But until then, Nora would have to remain in the dark; unseen and unheard.

What confused her more was witnessing the encounter between Merle and his comrade. Why kill him if he was in alliance with his master? Clearly the man had a separate agenda that the Galway Archer was unaware of. No matter. He was certainly no attribute to her cause as of yet, but he was also no damper on her plans.

She slid into the small pathway behind the buildings. Now memorizing her path from Merle's entrance and the Governor's exit, she followed their lead and hid herself from prying eyes in the shadows once again. She was so close to her goal, she could almost taste sweet victory on her tongue. Her breath increased, panicked from the worry of what she might see when she finally pushed into the room Daryl was held captive in. How would she even be able to get him out? She had strength, but more agility and stealth when she wasn't carrying someone like Daryl Dixon on her shoulder. Plus, she was much tinier than him. She could only lift so much for so long.

She would have to cross that bridge when she got to it.

"Go back and get him! And if our little bitch has gotten curious and found out who we have down there, kill him! I don't need no more troubles with family." The Governor's voice rang out just as the Galway Archer had been ready to pounce at the entrance. She slid back, avoiding being seen just narrowly by the four men who had marched back into their boss' interrogation chambers. Lenora remained silent, almost holding her breath as the Governor followed a few paces, stopped and peered into the shadows. He wouldn't have seen her. Or perhaps he was under the assumption that she was some kind of ghost. No matter. Whatever outline he thought he had seen had vanished from his mind the moment he was called away by his men. Panic was swelling in peaceful Woodbury. They were at war with something only Nora and her group were utmost familiar with.

She breathed a sigh of relief and tilted her head back against the wall. She had been so close. All she needed to do was reach out and grab him. Pull him in and introduce him to a firewall of Irish fury that only Nora Brannigan herself could provide. But with every ounce of self restraint she possessed, she forced herself to keep at bay. Again... his time would come. But she was going to ensure that what time she had with him would be slow, painful and agonizing. Until then... patience would be practiced thoroughly.

Once a decent amount of time had passed with no interruptions, Nora took her chance and slid stealthily through the entrance of the building, making her way to the gore-riffic scene that was to commence upon her arrival.

"We ain't got time for ya pansy ass ta be blackin' out now!" Merle hissed, shaking his brother. All to no avail as Daryl slumped against him.

"Merle!" His attention had turned immediately to the four men with guns trained on him.

"Boys!" He announced, not laying his brother down upon the slab just yet. If he still had any amount of luck with him, let it be used up now. No way out, from what he could see so far. But if anyone was going to take a bullet, it was gonna be him... then his brother, he mused with a frown. Fuck. "How y'all doin'?"

"Strict orders, Merle. Sorry."

Time slowed as the first gun took aim and the finger tugged lightly upon the trigger. But the bullet, much to Merle's surprise, had flung in a wayward direction far from where he stood. The head from the bearer had remained in place as the body slumped to the ground. But there was something that slammed through the forehead that looked like a thin, deathly blade. Being held by a tiny female with raven hair and an bloodthirsty leer in her eyes, the well-handled katana flung the severed head into the face of her second opponent, knocking him back for the time being as she lunged for the third. A loud scream of war fled her lips as she acted on milliseconds, whirling the blade around to gain momentum as she swung low and severed the arms gripping his gun, then his legs in one fell swoop. She tugged her sai from her boot and embedded it into his head, putting her right foot onto his shoulder as she launched herself into the air and attached onto her next victim.

The struggle ensued as she leaped onto him. He stumbled backwards, slamming her spine into the wall. She reacted quickly, kicking off and forcing his head into the concrete slab opposite of them. He lost slight balance, but didn't fall. And for his insolence, she slammed her katana into his stomach, ignoring the various walls she was driven into in the process. She crawled all over him, dragging the blade upwards until his intestines spilled onto the ground. With one final pull and a beast's cry, she pierced the heart and he slumped to the ground. She finished him off with a sai to the cranium.

"Please! Please, don't kill me!" Came the cry of the man who had lost his weapon from being struck by the head of his friend. Nora sneered, remembering his face. "Please! I just work for him!"

Nora said nothing, moving to kneel beside him as she re-sheathed her katana. She lifted his head, pressing the blade of her sai under his chin.

"No... NO!" She pressed. Slowly. Steadily. After a few seconds, the tip of the blade pierced the brain with a final push. And so she stood, blood splattered on her clothes and a bit on her face as she turned cold eyes to the man holding Daryl.