"Catherine?" What? Her name? From where?
"Look out!"Catherine's head snapped to attention. The crowd was beginning to scream and break apart, a sea of people parting and breaking away in a panicked rush. She drew a blade, eyes narrowing, trying to pick apart what it was through the throng. All her eyes could see was a trail of black, industrial smoke, wafting through the brisk air and hanging dimly over the square. Then, through the weaving legs of running people, she saw it; a Bombchu, its blue mask glimmering in the filtered light, weaving and making its way towards the hastily constructed wooden platform. She saw several hooded figures in the crowd making their way towards the platform. She cursed. She should have suspected a trap at a public execution. They were here to reclaim their man, and she wouldn't allow that. She thought quickly about what to do.
She considered telling the archers to take out the bomb before it reached them, but the throng of confused people prevented it. An insurance policy for the bomb. Angrily, she barked order at the soldiers.
"Take the prisoner away! Fast! Call for reinforcements, we have an ambush on our hands!" She pushed some of the guards away from the platform, knocking some of the younger, terrified recruits onto the ground, and dived from the platform. It was seconds after the prisoner was hurried off that the Bombchu reached its target. There was an explosion, and fragments of wood showered down on the crowd, like a light winter rain. Catherine raised her sword to face the aggressors, but she quickly found too many assassins for her liking. She dodged a swift knife jab and incapacitated its wielder with a swift blow from the hilt of her blade, but there were still far too many vengeful droogs, and they were quickly closing in.
She felt her hands and hair grow damp, and it began to rain. A light rain at first, but she was sure it would turn harsh soon. An advantage to her assailants; she was much easier to see than they were in the foggy rain. Swearing, she looked for a way out. With the throng at her back, funneling into alleyways, escaped into the mass seemed to be her only way out. She would have to leave her platoon for alone for the moment with the hostage, despite it being her duty as a guard not to. She hated putting her charges at risk, but she would surely die against these droogs in the rain if she tried to stay and fight. Another leaped at her; she retaliated with an armored punch into his gut and kicked him away. His head bounced on the ground, and he lay still. There was no other way. She cursed again and sheathed her blade, murmuring an apology to her platoon before backing away from the assassins and jumping into the undulating mass of people flooding the alleys.
She was quickly squished tight amongst the commoners. They were none too friendly to let her through, and she was nearly trampled trying to get up. She ran alongside them for a little bit, watching several of the hooded assailants join the throng before the others ran after their target. She was cursing and trying to figure out another way out before she felt a slender, cool hand at her arm, dragging her through a doorway and into a tight hovel. The door was slammed shut behind her and when she looked to see who had her hand, she was met with the sight of the fur-coated figure from just before the attack.
"Who are you? Nocturne drone!" She barked, drawing her dagger. she wouldn't go down without a fight.
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mojo : lot of exposition there, sorry I didn't leave all that much for you. :
