The Deacons daughter

Chapter 7

Sanctuary

Two figures with cloaks walk towards Notre Dame, being soaked by the rain.
Captain Phoebus looks over at the two as they wobble up the steps of Notre Dame, quite quickly might he add.

Phoebus smirks as he watches the two beggars walk through the doors of the church, he brings his hand up and strokes his chin.
"Hmm" he hummed knowingly as the door shut behind them.

The screen shifts to inside where Esmeraldo and Damica take their cloaks off, looking amazed at the church.

Djali hops down from Esmeraldo's shoulders as he walks forward, still looking around. Damica does the same, walking a little bit behind him.
Esmeraldo then speaks, ruining the silence. "Alright, let's look for Mira. She's probably around here somewhere."
Damica nods in agreement, about to speak but stops when she feels a presence behind her.

Esmeraldo, not realizing the other person there, continues to look around for Mira, leaving Damica with Phoebus.

Damica narrows her eyes at the person behind her while Phoebus goes to tap her on her shoulder. Damica acts quickly, grabbing his sword from its holder and throwing Phoebus on the ground in front of her.
"Ugh, you!" She scowls, pointing the sword at Phoebus's chin while he smiles and backs away nervously.
"Easy, easy. I-i-i just shaved this morning."

"Oh, really? You missed a spot." She smiled sarcastically, backing him up against a pillar.
"Alright, Alright. I'm down. Just give me the chance to apologize." He stuttered, sitting up and showing both his hands to show he wasn't a threat.
"For what?" She questioned, her eyes still narrowed in hurt and betrayal.

He grabs the sword and kicks her leg, causing her to collapse to the ground in pain. "That, for example."
She sharply turns towards him with a menacing glare as she clenches her fist. "You sneaky son of a-"
"Ah,ah,ah. Watch it. You're in a church." He lightly scolds her, looking around as If to remind her of where she was.

She gives him a fake smile as she struggles to get up, grabbing onto a candle holder for help.
"Are you always this charming or am I just lucky?" Damica then turns around, swinging the candle holder towards Phoebus as she grunts.
Phoebus blocks her attack, moving beck as she swings at him again, laughing in amusement.

"Whoa, light, privacy, music. Can't think of a better place for hand to hand combat." He flirts, blocking the Candlestick with his sword as she swings at him again.
"Ooh! You fight almost as well as a man." He compliments her.
"Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you." She smiled, pushing him back away from her. The sword and the candlestick create a few sparks from the hit.

Phoebus frowns at the insult before smirking "That's hitting a little below the belt, don't you think?" He questions.
Damica smirked evilly as an idea came to her.
"No, this is." She goes to hit him in the crotch, Phoebus gasping in surprise and blocking the Candlestick. But Damica predicted this and hit him in the face with the bottom half of the candlestick.

Esmeraldo comes back dejected as he hadn't found Mira, Djali in tow feeling just as disappointed.
Esmeraldo looks up his eyes widening before narrowing at the captain. He gestures for Djali to go and help Damica, the goat bleating in understanding and trotting towards the two, Esmeraldo following only to stop when a hand is placed on his shoulder.

Phoebus groaned at the impact, his eyes going cross eyed. He then shakes his head before smiling brightly at Damica's cleverness.
"Touche." He then gasps and holds his stomach as Djali rammed into him.
"Didn't know you had a kid." Phoebus tells her, still looking down at the goat.
Both Djali and Damica back away from him and he slowly starts to stand straight up again.
"Well, he doesn't take kindly to soldiers." Damica harshly tells him.