[Darkness in the Theatre was normal, Mel found it comforting to be shrouded in the dark; to be able to watch over a scene without having to be seen. She didn't fear the dark nor anything that may be held within it. If she was meant to die then there would be nothing she could do about it. Above all, Mel preferred to live her life without the fear of what might happen. (Even if she didn't always follow that rule.)
After her short conversation with Mordred, she found a large gangly creature stalking through the halls. At first she ran, instinctively. Her key ring jiggling with every step. The maze of hallways within the theatre memorized from the amount of time spent in the building.
Inside the scene shop, she turned on the small tap lights they used for backstage and pulled two long sharp pieces of metal. The thumping of large clawed feet running through the hall in a herd echoed as the creatures burst through the two separate entrances. Mel focused her eyes. She didn't need training, she had seen violence upon violence upon violence in her life. All she needed was a little luck.
The creatures jumped forward and Mel was there to meet them, sword-like metal pieces in hand she cut through them more like a savage and less like a skilled swordsman. By the end, a pile of dead creature bodies lay around her and she was covered in stage blood. The swords had punctured a gallon container in the midst of the fight.
She breathed in and out a few times, calming her nerves. Just when she thought it was over another figure ran through the door. In the dim light she could make out Mordred. She wasn't a weak little girl who needed saving, really she hadn't been one since she was very young. But she immediately ran to him and hugged him. Mel appreciated that he'd come for her.]
[Voice.] For any that may care, I'm fine and with Mor- Fergus.