It was just Effie’s luck to be caught in the front when an attacker shows up. She wrinkled her nose at the putrid smell and followed the woman from last night. The redhead put most of her weight on her calves and darted behind trees, moving slowly as to not attract his eyes – pardon, [i]eye[/i] - with movement. Carefully, she drew a sword from her back and removed herself from the trees, approaching his uncovered back. Grinning from ear to ear, she thought of the blood that would be spilled onto her hands once again, but waited her time for the others to join her.