Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-25924729-20150720053758

The explosion came from ''behind. ''The precise opposite direction Estelle had expected trouble to come from. As she turned to look, the inn door burst open and a group of Dawnies ran out. The first two men didn’t notice her and simply charged into the street, but the third, a woman, attacked with a knife.

Instinctively, she switched her grip on the sword, knowing it to be useless in close combat. Instead, she drove the spiked hilt into the woman’s raised elbow. Normally, with aura protection, the blow would be deflected and the arm knocked back by blunt force. Instead, metal teeth crunched into flesh and bone.

Estelle’s eyes widened. She screamed. The woman screamed even louder. “Ohmygosh! i’m so sorry!!” pushing her away toward the street. She fell, gripping her bloody arm and screaming like a banshee.

Following Browning’s advice the swordswoman retreated to open space, where she could bear the sabre to full use, and nobody would put a bullet through her in case of mistaken identity. Half a dozen Dawnies followed out the inn before Estelle threw a fireball, blocking the exit. But she was surrounded now by eight armed men.

She switched her weapon’s Dust settings to Purple, speed. She could hold off these freaks for a while, but would need backup. Fast.