[Democratic Republic Of Eiria]

Emily Rouchard wasted no time. As the guns sounded in different parts of the manner, she deftly pulled a tag on the back of her right boot, revealing a thin dagger. "As a matter of fact, I am". She responded, quickly showing the dagger as the door was broken down. Her guard training started to kick in, as the three assailants pointed pistols and daggers in their direction.

This was her secret mission, after all. Both a skilled Diplomat and a Lunar Guard Agent, sent to assist and protect the Crown Prince at all costs. She backed up to the table, grabbed her hot coffee mug, and tossed it at one of the combatants. She threw her dagger at another and pulled both Texōccoatl and Nōlinyauh behind the table, sweeping papers and files off as it turns sideways. She reached for her tag in her other boot as the final assassin shot at them, but the blade must have been wedged in the leather back of the boot, because it didn't move. She pulled harder, but the flimsy tag almost ripped, and forced her to stop. She couldn't fail now. She frantically looked around for a weapon.