Bertram, who had simply been helping the other Axol-mights adjust to their new lives when the invasion had started, arrived at the bridge; having seen Silver and Orion rushing down the street, he realized the bridge to Bree's mansion had been left unguarded, he met no opposition on the bridge and ran down the length of it, coming to a stop on the grounds upon seeing the broken door, concerned that someone had broken in, only to see Boris and Manfred walk out shaking their heads.
"Minerva was in quite the hurry," Boris noted.
"Quite so," Manfred agreed as he looked around, seeing Bertram and greeting him with a wave.
"Are my sister and Ms.Zoey here?" Bertram questioned, earning a head shake from Boris.
"Zoey and Vi are currently on the Ozama border side of the town in the event some of them are going the long way around to catch us off guard,"
"Dammit, why didn't I think to do that," Bertram said. "I came running up to the most well-protected place," Bertram huffed at his lost opportunity to prove himself useful.
"Well protected?" a female voice asked. Bertram turned and barely dodged out of the way as two blades swung at him. The female officer made her way down the bridge with a smile. "What, you don't have any guards?"
"It would seem Silver left his post," Boris noted before walking forward, "I must ask that you leave, enemy or not, we will not stand for you trespassing on…" Boris stopped talking when pain erupted from his body; the woman moved faster than he could see and slashed her blades into his chest. Boris took a step back from the pain only to be kicked in the jaw as the woman jumped up and spun in the air, sending him sprawling across the ground. He slammed into the wall of the mansion and came to rest; blood and a slightly purple fluid flowed from the wounds.
"Pathetic," The Woman said simply, "I was hoping to find a new toy, but you're too weak to play with," The Woman slid out of the way as Bertram swung his fist at her, having failed to find a weapon he liked from Bree's prize box, Manfred ran and attempted a swing at her as well. She moved at speeds neither could see and appeared behind them.
They fell to their knees, holding the slashes she had left in their sides; she ran back at them before they could turn and slammed both her feet into the back of Manfred's head, slamming his face into the dirt and sliding across the ground a short ways atop of him, taking him out of the fight, Giving Bertram just enough time to face her again before her next attack.
"What a shame," Bertram said as he turned to her. "But this is to be expected, all of the strong warriors left to go deal with your comrades; if only I had proven capable of wielding a weapon," Bertram shook his head in shame. "To think I failed to protect the cooks, truly what a disappointment I am,"
"Oh, that's so sad," The Woman said in a mocking tone, "But I guess I should have expected the weaklings to hide away and leave the strong to fight; oh well, torturing you will be a fun way to pass the time until someone stronger shows up if you can last more than twenty seconds that is,"
She flipped her knives and shot forward; Bertram, having been watching the knife, expecting it to fly at him or something, was undefended as her fist struck his stomach multiple times in an instance before she returned to where she had been and caught her knives before it could hit the ground. Bertram fell to a knee and looked up to her just in time for a slash to the face. Blinded in one eye from the blood, Bertram swung at her only to gain another slash to the chest; he felt like the world was shaking; he grabbed at his numb wounds and, upon inspecting his hand, found a purple liquid mixed with his blood.
"Ah," he realized, "A poisoned blade and hyper-speed, you're a weakling yourself. Lady Bree will—" Bertram was kicked in the face and fell to the ground in defeat, the poison too severe for him to keep moving his body. The Woman spat on him and turned to the mansion. She approached it and was about to enter when a voice spoke up.
"I did not permit you to enter my home," Bree noted. Having turned off her Billie disguise, she set Inky down as she spoke and looked to her fallen followers. "My, you work fast," Bree turned to look at Woman and found her an inch from her face.
"Oh, Dam it," She noted as he realized she couldn't dodge or block and instead did her best to ensure only one part of her body was damaged. Bree slid to the side, and the woman passed her; blood pooled on the ground as Bree's severed left hand and part of her arm landed on the grass; she bent her elbow and frowned at the tingling feeling of unbearable pain, having a passive skill thanks to her maxed out botany skills, she was able to bear through it without too much effort on her part.
"Poison and speed," She noted as the pain was mixed with an odd numbness, "Pathetic."
"Call me all the names you want," The Woman said. "But that was supposed to be your face. Let's see how long you can keep dodging." The woman threw her blades up, and Bree watched as she ran at her, swinging her fist. Bree simply let her. There was a bone-breaking crack and a scream, and the Woman slammed into Bree, her arm breaking in several places as she hit Bree, who grabbed the broken arm as the blades fell to the ground.
"That would be the problem with having no power to back up your speed," Bee noted before ripping the arm off; the woman screamed out and fell to the ground, crawling away from Bree and crying. "You liable to hurt yourself with it,"
"I surrender," She said at once. "You win!"
"Oh?" Bree asked. "That truly is sad." She turned away and then turned back instantly, grabbing the thrown Kukri knife between her fingers. "Hm." A Red Aura coated Bree's hand. After a second, it spread to the knife. The metal rusted, and the leather strap began rotting. After a few moments, nothing remained of the blade.