'Jussac. ' Athos said and lowered his sword.

'Who?' Lara asked, chin in her hands and frowned her brows.

'How the mighty have fallen.' Jussac continued. 'Dueling in the defiance of the edicts?'

'You got tired of rolling peddlers for spare change?' Athos asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

I believe this man is not Mr. Nice guy. Lara thought. He looks terrible with that blond ponytail. There should be a rule for how long a man may have his hair.

Before Lara could blink with her eyes they were surrounded by many more of those man in uniform. Porthos had an idea to kill d'Artagnan, kick the guard and then have some lunch. He said he could do with some exercise.

It's getting stranger by the second. Still with wide eyes she looked at the men in front of her.

'Seal it off, boys!' Jussac commanded his men and turned with a mean grin back to Porthos.

'You were saying?'

'How pathetic are you!' Lara did not remember when she got to her feet, but she stood, in front of Jussac. 'I beg your pardon?' He told her.

'All of you!' Lara turned around. 'Are you men so pathetic to kill for glory? To kill innocent people? Can't this just be solved by words?' She was getting furious, Lara never liked fighting, let stand she had to watch people die.

'They don't follow the law.' Jussac simply stated.

'The law? That is what this is all about?' Lara looked him directly in the eyes, glaring daggers at him.

'Yes, and you dare to question the law, your faith is now sealed.' A man said with one eye, a hat and a sly grin on his face had just entered the yard on a horse.

'What?' Lara scoffed and before she could say anything the musketeers and D'Artagnan were fighting the guard.

Lara ducked and tried several times to leave the yard. She was chased by an armoured man trying to slaughter her. 'What have I done to you to kill me?' She tried an attempt to ask him. 'You're with them.' And he tried to hit another blow.

Lara closed her eyes in the hope it was all a dream and she would wake up in the train next to her sister. But it was not. The blow never hit her. She was confused, now she didn't understand. Lara heard metal against metal. 'Well, that is not manly like, is it? Kill an innocent young girl, who can't defend herself. How low can you sink?' Aramis said and fought the guard.

He was a very skilled musketeer, there was no doubt in that. Lara could see, thought she hadn't had any knowledge of fighting or sword fighting in this matter.

'Stay close to me and no harm will be done to you.' He grabbed her by her arm and placed he behind him, ready to defend.

For a moment it looked like he was losing the battle against six of those men. Lara had to do something. She could not watch her savior be slaughtered. She could only think of one thing. Back home she had seen enough movies how to handle a sword. She grabbed a sword from the ground of a dead guard and with shaky hands she killed a man who was heading to Aramis.

Aramis looked to his right and saw something he thought would never see in his life. The young woman that only says things can't be solved by fighting, only words. And here she is. Standing next to him and defended him from another attack.

Gladly the fight had ended. Lara dropped down the sword and looked at the dead man in front of her. Her hand covered her mouth and she looked with horror in her wide eyes. She was still shaking.

The crowd that had seen the whole scene were shouting at them. 'Musketeers, Musketeers!'

'I'd forgotten what it feels like.' Athos said proudly.

'We all have.' Aramis said, with a concerned look at Lara.

Porthos patted Lara on the shoulder. 'There is a first time for everything, miss.' And he let out a little laugh.

'I never meant to kill anyone.' It was hardly above a whisper.

'No, but you saved my life with killing him. See it from a different point of view.' Aramis told her gently. 'Maybe.' She said.

'I hate to ruin the mood, but they will be back.' Aramis said to his friends and looked at Lara, who still looked like she had to throw up and he added. 'Unless, you wish to fight an entire army.' And gave her a little wink.

Lara saw it but tried to ignore it. She walked with the man away. She felt like she was the next haunted person in this place. After all, she had a murder on her conscience.

'So, now what?' Porthos asked his friends. 'Do we pick up where we left off?' D'Artagnan asked. Lara felt the nausea coming back. 'I think there's been enough fighting for one day.' She said earning all eyes on her.

'You really hate it, don't you?' D'Artagnan asked her with a small frown. 'Yes, fighting is a weakness.' She said, this time she earned a hard laugh from all four of them.

'You are a strange woman!' Porthos said earning a offending look from Lara.

'You did very well, with that sword.' Aramis whispered in her ear.

They all walked through Paris. Lara did not know where they were heading and she still had not forgotten about her sister. The day had lost its light, there was a small chance Lara could find Cisa now.

Deep in her own thoughts she did not hear their conversation. 'Where are you staying?' she woke up from her inner dilemma. Lara looked around her. The men stood a couple of paces behind her. Confused she answered, 'No, idea.'

'You are welcome in our humble home.' Porthos said and gestured to a small building behind her.

Athos and Porthos went in. 'That goes in there.' Aramis waved with his hat to a stable nearby. And went into the house. Lara still looked around, hoping Cisa would pop up from behind something or around the corner.

'Are you coming? It is warmer inside.' Aramis popped his out of the door. 'Yes, I'm coming.' She said and followed Aramis inside.

Next chapter we see how Cisa's time went with Planchet and a reunion with Lara.

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