Jason & Marion
It wasn't the first time Jason had killed. There had been circumstances when the war was bad that even as a squire (because he'd stayed one so long) he'd been in a situation where in order to defend another must be injured. He kicked himself for not realizing the impact it would have on Marion.
The in her moment of shock the goon before her woke and started to move at her. Before he could say anything, Jason reached quickly across the bed and pressed his hand over his mouth. He then slipped the blade into the mans side, forcefully it slid between his ribs and as he pulled toward him, internally ripped open his lung. The man collapsed to the bed, it would be about half a minute before he died but he wouldn't be screaming for help. He wiped his knife off on the sheets and quickly moved around the bed to Marion.
The weapon slipped into his sheath he held her shoulders and looked down at her. "You okay?" He asked in a hushed voice, grateful the man with the chrome arm hadn't gotten a hold of her.