Guinevere grabbed the headless body by the ankles. Blair took hold of a torso.
They dragged the one and a half bodies into the closet with the coordination of two women who had committed a crime together in a previous life. They looked at each other. No words were needed.
Blair kicked the severed head inside for Guinevere.
Guinevere went back for the bottom half of the attacker Blair cut in half, noting this arrangement was not equal.
An arm blocked the door. She shoved it in. The head rolled left. Blair kicked it right. The door wouldn't latch because of course it wouldn't. Guinevere held it shut.
Two men rounded the corner. Armed. Heavy footsteps. Something inside the closet groaned and an arm shifted on its own. Both women watched it happen. Then looked at each other. No divine intervention came.
"The hostages are secured in the throne room. Four hundred." The men passed without looking left or right.
