Vincenzo's POV
"How many got away?" I asked.
"None. Thanks to Eleanora," Don replied.
"Where is Nora?" I asked, turning to look up at the hill but the angle was terrible so I couldn't see anything other than the trunks of a bunch of large trees, not to mention, it was too dark. If not for the lanterns that these nobles had placed around the area, we would all have been fighting blind which I, myself can do since I've had some hardcore training about it but the same can't be said about my men.
These pathetic rich people were trying to fight back too, with the illegal weapons that they were trying to sell today.
"She should be up there but I wonder if something's wrong," he mumbled the last part to himself and my ears perked up.
"Why would you think that?" I paused to ask.
"Because no one's hitting into barriers anymore," my eyes shot up to look at where Nora was supposed to be but I don't know what I was expecting to see since the angle was still terrible.