{A few minutes before the Missiles}
[Marionette's POV]
"I believe we have gathered everyone that is still alive, Miss Roselle." Testrie called out, watching as Marionette severed the neck of a cultist before swifly moving onto the next like a malicious shadow.
Once elegantly wiping herself off blood that may have stained her figure, the Assassin turned back, looking towards the dark-blue-haired girl.
She narrowed her eyes before nodding:
"They were all mainly second years, correct? What's the current ratio between us and them?"
"Yes. To answer that question, there are more second years..." Testrie's face darkened as she frowned slightly, "...Than first years..."
Marionette sighed, turning around and gazing at the group behind her, that were made up of three other women besides herself.
She looked towards a blonde girl with pigtails, who stiffened at her gaze and immediately turned their face away from hers.
