Vash was the one to carefully lead them through, and Arthur watched the other man semi-nervously as they stepped foot into the Diamonds Kingdom where those that had ceased control of it ruled.
Seeing look a likes of the royal family just around the bend did not do the flips in Arthur's stomach justice as all as he watched Francis move beside him and stare over.
Just seeing the face of someone who looked like you and your wife as well as your most loyal staff member had to have left its mark when they clearly were far more violent or evil than anyone would assume.
Voss stood in a nearly but not quite effeminate clothes though the creepy smirk residing on his face for now was enough to send a bone chilling feeling through all those that saw it.
He was the first to see them; his steps appeared nearly light though they were rushed and suddenly Arthur had a knife pressed against his throat, "Oh, so they forgot one, didn't they?" The purr that left the Swiss man's throat was enough to make Arthur nearly shudder in disgust.
The Spades' Queen spat in the face of the current residing Jack, "Such a gross, little bug, aren't you?" The tone grew colder as that knife dug deeper and deeper into his throat.
Vash was not one to sit back and neither was Francis as Vash's look a like was shoved back and a knife embedded and dug deeper into his side.
Voss grinned evilly as he lashed out at the Frenchman who'd dug a knife into his side, "Oh, the scared little King that ran now wants to fight? What fun?" His playfully, bubbly attitude contrasted sharply with the way he moved to thinly slice his own knife against Francis's throat and purred at the sight of the blood that slowly dripped down before he was flung to the side and suddenly, Vash's face was all that Voss could see as Vash stabbed him solidly and quickly through his heart and watched the color drain out of his face as he wailed with his final breath as if the fun of his 'game' had been effectively thwarted and drained out.
Voss's death rattled through the room though it didn't take long for Francis's look a like, Louis, to attack them with well trained attacks though he was a bit more sluggish than any would have guessed.
The other one to attack who was particularly ticked off was a girl named Leisl, a tomboyish woman who clearly did not like seeing her supposed brother killed.
She leaped forward, unbelievably fast as she dug her own blade through Francis's side with unparalleled movements and knocked down the previous king with a wicked smirk on her face.
"Voss tends to talk far too much, but he generally means little to no harm. Why did you kill him?" Her voice was harsh yet almost appeared light at the same time as Francis wrestled to his feet to attempt to harm and possibly kill such a woman who managed to behave in a way that left his heart chilled.
"He had no right taking my position." Vash growled as he dove to fight off Louis who fell apart fairly easily, considering their impending doom.
Vash stepped over to stand beside Arthur, who had finally caught up with Francis, and Francis who stood before such a violent and powerful woman.
Leisl smirked as she watched them stand beside her, "You couldn't even bring that pathetic excuse of a Queen with you, and it apparently takes three men to take down one woman."
Francis and Vash both quickly insisted that Lili was not a useless queen as they simultaneously dove for her; Arthur was quick to follow their movements though Leisl was somehow just as fast if not quicker as she leaned forward to dive farther away from them with an acrobatic flexibility that could astound others if this wasn't such a dire situation.
They both dove for her with eager strides though Arthur was the first to land a blow on her though it was just above her hip and only dripped a small portion of her blood and definitely not enough to kill her.
Leisl had only smirked at the wound as if the fact that it took so much effort to even potentially harm her.
She though was quick to leave a much larger mark in Arthur's side and to mark up Francis's neck with her blade in one fluid movement, dropping the two like stones though the two men were quick to recover despite the steady blood flow that dripped down far too easily.
Vash was the next to land a blow that due to her quick maneuvering only hit her shoulder though he'd hit it well enough to gush more blood down through it than her other wound did.
Francis reached out to attempt to leave a similar mark along her neck though it didn't hurt her half as bad as the mark on Francis's neck hurt him.
Arthur pushed through, tired of her games, far more tired of them than the ones her 'brother' had played on them all earlier.
His knife dug far into her stomach and was the first wound that sent her toppling over before Francis crawled on top of his wife's look a like to jab his knife far into her chest despite how chilling it felt to kill a woman who looked so much like his own wife.
It left a hollow ache in his own chest as he stared at her as the light left her green eyes.