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ONE:
Angle, SABRE and HANS facing off. HANS has a very European dueling style, high stance, pointing directly at SABRE. SABRE is much more… well, pirate.

The lovely night sky past them.

NO COPY.

TWO:
Low angle, past SABRE’S legs, as the HATCHWAY she emerged from earlier opens, and the first of the GUARDS begins scrambling out. They’re trying to be silent.

NO COPY.

THREE:
On HANS, still holding his blade as before. Smirking.

1. HANS: My chances ALONE, Lady Sabre?
2. HANS: No, I do NOT.

FOUR:
Past HANS, to SABRE, and then, behind her, the FOUR GUARDS, all of them now drawing their own blades.

3. HANS: With them however…