[Democratic Republic Of Eiria]

Rouchard deftly caught the gun tossed her way, quickly examining it. She noted the supposedly stabbed assassin's body armor and cursed mentally. She watched Nōlinyauh fall back after being shot and cursed verbally this time. "Shit!". She peeked up over the table and started firing at the one coming at her, then the ones Tēxoccoatl was dealing with. She attempted to fire to disable if she could, but that mattered little since they had pistols.

She attempted to fire more, but the gun made a quiet grinding noise. Click click. "Damn". She pulled her left boot off and shook it, attempting to dislodge the dagger. She was finally able to pull it out, and joined the Crown Prince, armed with a thin blade and combat training.