SABRE is tucking the MAP CASE into her pants, still with her sword raised in the other. Still looking mightily sure of herself, I might add.
3. SABRE: Five.
4. SABRE: Perhaps NOT.
On SABRE’S now-free hand, as she raises it. A wrist-holster is springing a Derringer-like hold-out pistol into her waiting palm.
5. SFX: chk
Behind SABRE as she casually shoots one of the GUARDS with the Derringer.
Everyone is a little surprised by this, including the GUARD who just died.
6. SFX: BANG
On SABRE, close, the smoking DERRINGER in one hand, the RAPIER in the other. The smirk.
7. SABRE: FOUR, however, shouldn’t pose much of a
8. SABRE: Shall we DANCE?