The moment she heard the noise of battlecries and slashing of steel against steel, Étoiles knew the soldiers of Parliement were here. "Everyone, be prepared," she muttered quietly, pulling her scythe away from her back and into a battle position. "This might get bloody." She knew, of course, that it would be difficult for her to fight; she was used to the open fields that smelled of blood. But she would try, because the Rebels needed her to be strong. The whole rebellion had to be strong. She silently prayed as the door was kicked down, revealing the Enforcer captain. She bit her lip. She looked strong. "Why, hello there," she laughed nervously, trying to ease her and the Rebels' tension. She wasn't doing a very good job of it, though. "This visit was... Rather unexpected." She narrowed her eyes at Venessa and Samuel, the two oh-so great captain and governor. What a load of utter bullshit. "You shouldn't say any prayers just yet; I plan on sending you two to hell." She sweeped her scythe's blade towards the opponents legs, intending to imbalance them. Then, not a second too late, she spun in a whole circle and aimed a bit higher, towards the torso. This put some strain on her muscles, and jumped back after the quick motions. [i]Damn, this thing is heavy[/i], She thought as she took a few breaths, waiting for what her comrades and enemies would do.