Upon reaching the office building, Charlaine kicked the front door open to reveal three men inside. One raised his hands to cast, while the other two drew their swords, and Charlaine lunged towards the closest swordsman as Danica rushed past, dagger in hand.
The mage began tracing glowing patterns in the air, but his inexperience showed in his slow pace. Danica was there long before his spell was complete, her dagger sinking deeply into his chest, buried to the hilt. He gasped out his dying breath, then collapsed onto the floor as the young knight struggled to retrieve her weapon.
Charlaine’s sword sliced through her opponent"s arm, and he dropped his weapon. His comrade, more determined to survive, rushed past her, hoping to escape. She extended her blade, not to kill, but to trip, and
