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The young thief freezed as Mary’s hands flicked back at him, both listening to the voices getting nearer. 

Her advices were good, he already had an idea in mind how he wanted to use them, before he nodded and got up, staying hidden in the dark. 
The gunshot echoed in the empty hallway, the boy pressed himself back at the wall behind him, haldong his breath and being glad to still be able to feel his friend’s warm shoulder at the side of his leg as he stood so closely beside her. It was hard to stay calm in that moment, but the guards really couldn’t see him as it seemed. 

He glenched his fist tightly around his knife, hunker down a bit to be ready to jump at their backs. 
“Probably nothing.." 
They turned around, they wanted to go back, Fillan couldn’t believe it! 
Pushing himself away from the wall, he made his first attack —Not really seeing where his targets stood, he simply grabbed for one of the men’s throats, heard a gulp and a suprised scream -Silence ‘em be’fore their commotion gives us m’ore trouble than ‘ey ahre worth.- The male cursed himself, sliced his knife under where he guessed was the source of the loud noiec, feeling warm blood running over his hand, before he wheeled around to the other —And directly landed in the soldier’s bayonett, the sharp end being pushed deeply into his side, Fillan had the feeling of loosing his breath..

_{‘Fillan!’}

_{It was sickening. Mary’s ears cringed in disgust and alarm because all that could go through her head was the boy, the solider. Rising to her feet faster than she wished, she grasped the wall, digging her fingers into the stone bloodless, overwhelmed with a haze.}

_{Swallowing shallowly, the pirate culled her cutlass from the ground and stalked closer to them before he could kill the boy. Circling him carefully, she seized Fillan and slid her sword through the red coat’s throat–through bone disks and muscle strings–to her hilt before feeling the onslaught weight of the thief’s strained her arm. Bringing her leg up, she kicked the corpse away,  blood gush from the wound.}

_{Mary dropped her cutlass and pulled the bayonet from his waist, skidding it aside, keeping it from possibly tearing a hole. "Fillan.” She was brought to her knees, cradling the boy against her chest. “Fillan come on, mate. We need ta get out of ‘ere. Come on. Make effort, kid. Up.”}