She watched through the net, as if watching a television, all the commotion with great interest, before losing her interest. It was good and all but it wasn't that exciting as she'd thought. It was like watching someone else struggle through a net, which, coincidentally, was what she was under at the moment. A fleeting thought of how people view others through the television went through her mind, something about being so detached from them one can laugh at a tragedy or hope for that one woman to die because she was annoying. Perhaps she could have spouted some sort of poetry or some foppish comment about one's relation to the TV, but the medication she always took wasn't exactly friendly to philosophy. Mado didn't even know what foppish means.

"Ah."

Some woman took the net off them. Who was she and what was she doing here? Was she in the New People greeting thing they had much much earlier when Mado still had her shoes?

Her train of thoughts was broken as Haku came up to her, getting uncomfortably close.

"Mado-chan, retrieve the list, will you? Cut anything as much as you like, just not the paper."

The list? The last person who had it was that man over there, who had simply watched Jasper fall down.

"Did you hear that, miss?" The gentleman stood up and dusted himself off. He was visibly annoyed at being trapped under a net. "We get to cut them up."

He gave a wide grin. "Ladies first?"

She took out the old wooden handle in her(Leon's) jacket's pocket, giving it a spin using the ring attached to the pommel. With a flick of her wrists, a rather disproportionally large blade came out of the handle. Mado held it diagonally towards the ground, feeling its weight in her hand. It was the rather ordinary looking cleaver some members of the group would recognize; the same blade she had picked out from the Shakespearean. However, it was far from ordinary; being a weapon designed to fight monsters, it had, by its own accord, survived the huge squid's attack and the ship's subsequent destruction, and returned to her pocket in a more compact form. Of course, seeing as there were nothing it could be useful for up until this point, it lay in her pocket unused.

Mado sighed and threw the blade towards Sacha. It zoomed by just mere inches from his neck, before slamming into the wall with excessive force, sending bits of debris flying.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Did I miss?"

With her left hand holding her kitchen knife, she held up her right, as the cleaver flew right back into her hand. 

"Next time, I'll take your head."

"No no, you need to take the list from him." The gentleman whispered in her ear. "Make him an offer he can't refuse." 

"Give me the list and your head comes off."

She rushed towards Sacha, flinging aside the huge cleaver. Instead of flying off to nowhere, it orbited around Mado and curved towards him from the left, as she swung her knife from the right.