The Blue Reaper and Zelda moved through the dimly lit hallway of St Raphael's basement floor like ghosts.
Three Achusoi guards armed with basic weapons like pipes, bats and even had a crowbar.
"On three," the Blue Reaper whispered.
"Wait." Zelda held up a hand. "Let me try something."
Before he could stop her, she stepped into the open.
"Excuse me!" she called out cheerfully.
All three guards spun around.
"Mind telling us where....."
One of the guards charged her with the crowbar raised.
Zelda sighed. "Nobody ever wants to talk."
Her whip lashed out, wrapped around the crowbar and yanked it from his hands.
It clattered across the floor and the blue Reaper moved in from the side knocking the guard out.
The second guard swung his pipe and the Blue Reaper caught it, twisting it out of his grip. He delivered a precise chop to the side of his neck, turning his lights out.
The third guard looked at his unconscious friends, looked at the Blue Reaper then at Zelda.
