At first, Faust could only scratch his head in confusion. It was not because of Mercy's explanation, however, but because of his oddly mixed feelings on the matter. On one hand, he just couldn't get over the idea of fighting against a giant mechanical...thing, even if it was with a partner. It just seemed like utter nonsense, not to mention an unnecessary risk to his life.
On the other hand, listening to her speak about the orphanage gave him a faint reminder of why he agreed to join her in the first place. As an orphan on the streets, he never had ties to others, but after staying at that place for just a few days he found himself growing a strange sense of attachment to it. Of course, he'd never admit this to his partner on the slim chance that this job turned out to be more than he could handle. Guilt was the last thing he needed right now.
Faust's concentration on Mercy's explanation was cut short by a sudden tremor that went through the ship. Focusing his attention upwards, he heard something that sent a shiver down his spine. He had been in enough scraps to recognize the sound of blades clashing. Glancing across the room at his partner, he saw that she too had taken notice, but it didn't seem to dawn on her yet what was going on.
Quickly scanning the room, he cursed quietly, not liking the disadvantage that such a small area would give them. He wasn't quite sure if Mercy had anything to defend herself with, and he himself only had a small blade he had liberated from one of the ship's crew. Sounds of another scuffle drew both of their attention to the hall outside their room, and within seconds they heard the scream of another victim of the attack.
It was only a matter of time now. The sounds of fighting were steadily making its way to their end of the hallway. Faust rushed over to the single lamp that lit up the room and blew it out, shrouding the room in near darkness with the exception of the faint beam through the window. Groping around, he found a stool and grabbed ahold of it by the leg, intending to use it as a club. With his other hand he drew the dagger from its sheathe.
"Mercy, I hope you're ready for this.." Faust said into the direction of where his partner had been sitting. The stomping footsteps having found their way to their door, there was no time to see what his partner was up to. As the door burst open, Faust swung with all his might and sent the stool crashing down on the head of the intruder.
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