@The Irish Tree @Guess Who @AdmrlStalfos19 Homura furrowed her brows, not impressed by this bard and his claims of being the best. However, what she
was impressed with was his selfless act of freeing his fellow Draph first. The bright-haired swordswoman bowed in thanks before stepping out.
"I'm not fully clear why, myself," Homura began, addressing the small Dhirom's dismay,
"but considering our shared race, I have reason to believe this minstrel has feelings for me. The unrequited kind, I'm afraid."Once the guards entered the room, Homura immediately shifted into the best unarmed fighting stance she could muster. Being more proficient with blades than fisticuffs, this sort of stance was not the most comfortable for the Draph.
Ignoring the Dhirom's next comment on her standard-issue Draph ballistics, Homura's first course of action after Cayde incapacitated his opponent was to quickly dash over and snatch his blade. It wasn't curved like a katana, her preferred sword type, but it would have to suffice.
Now armed with a proper weapon, Homura gripped the shortsword tightly and placed it on her hip in a faux-sheathed position, then "drew" the blade, aiming for the unattended guard's neck to at least knock him out, but hopefully slice his head clean off of his body.