Leila was the first to react. The stupid old people were busy trying to work out what happened. That was secondary for the little thief. She side-stepped towards her first target, a tall white-haired man. She looked over his body but couldn't see anything of value, other than his armour. Undaunted she moved towards her second target . This one looked much better off; lots of armour and jewellery. She saw his sword, still sheathed and grinned beneath her mask. She moved closer. The grown-ups still hadn't noticed her. She began to pull the blade from its scabbard, slowly so the man would not feel it. She felt the blade become heavier and heavier in her hand until finally it was out. She managed to hold the sword, which was the same size as her, up in triumph for a few seconds before the weight defeated her and the blade clattered to the floor. Leila cursed in a language she didn't even know. It was over.