He let out a helpless whimper, clinging to his limp hand and staring wild-eyed at Cassandra. "Just let us go. Please."

The mage lay unmoving on the ground and blood pooled quickly around the man Lucille had attacked first. The last one was still alive, and he repeated his comrade's plea.

Lucille watched. Cassandra was... beautiful. The blood that covered her armor glistened and Lucille wanted to reach out to touch her with her own blood-stained hand.