As Retti ran forward she reached to her back and pulled a sword out of a little fold in her uniform. It was a beautiful weapon, a meter long from the top of the hilt (ooc: rite part, or word for that mater?) to the point. The hilt(ooc:again ?) was a masterpiece, a beautiful silver polished till it sparkled. A serpant entwined itself around a hand that could hold it there.
The serpant symbolises the weak country, finding ways (venom) to defend itself. And succeding. It had belonged to Retti's father, a general in the King's (Emperor, ect.) army.
"ohh yous stop it!" a dwarf said to the three fighting, It was stamping it's little foot, which would do no help. Harm possibaly if one of them heard it.
"Stay out of the way, sir." Retti said.
"I'm a lady!" It cried.
"Well, no matter, MOVE!" Retti said angerly.