Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20170320024500/@comment-26571677-20170910125303

Her breaths came fast. Short, fuelled, and absolutely furious.

Every puff of air that she inhaled and exhaled as she heard the commotion went straight to her head, making it feel light, whether from panic, or sheer adrenaline she wasn't sure, but she was sure that not she, nor Dalton would be dying here today.

The rebounding sounds from their numerous voices made their location very clear to her, and her semblance activated. Her usual dead, unseeing emerald green eyes discoloured into a cherry blossom pink. She saw the tables nearby, the faded and uneven shapes of glasses on top of them. It only took her a moment for her combat ready brain to formulate a plan.

The criminals that were closed to her got the harshest treatment first. The taser at the end of her walking stick popped out with a menacing crackle of electricity, and she sweeped the legs out from under one of them, slamming her weapon straight down into his ribs, before turning around behind the other one, and smacking it square into his ear, easily popping an eardrum, the arcs of electricity knocking him out instantly.

She took advantage of their underestimation by flipping up a nearby table, and smashing the glass bottles into the eyes of another of the thugs, slashing apart their face before she jabbed the tip into their stomach, and blowing them away into another one of their friends and through a wall with a shockwave.

Though now she'd lost the element of surprise, and she saw the three others rounding on her, with one of them being 'Slug' who'd dropped his knife at Dalton's feet, and had picked up his club again, advancing menacingly on her.

A grimace adorned her face, if it had been her before the fall of Vale, she would never have considered what she was about to do, but her view had been shattered, and she was no longer so innocent.

There was a silent click, and a hole opened up at the top of Anther, the sound small enough so that the three slowly advancing figures wouldn't have ever heard. She waited, bending her knees slightly, face serious and unlike her usual self.

Then, one of her tried to jump her, swinging a club at her elbow. She moved in quickly, turning her weapon so that the handle smacked straight into the man's chin, heavily disorientating him. There was a sudden click, and Ixina wheeled on the sound of a bullet being chambered into a pistol. Her arm chocked the neck of the person she'd knocked out, and she used him as a human shield.

She hadn't actually expected the man to shoot his buddy, but a warm wetness against her body proved her wrong, and her expression turned into shock as her aura flared from the impact of low caliber bullets going towards her stomach. The man in her hold shuddered and convulsed in his death. Ixina shouted in frustration at the needless death, and poked Anther behind the corpses body, shooting through it to spray down the gunman in a shower of lead.

And then the club slammed into her side.

Slug's heavy weapon went straight into her right arm, launching her with a shocked expression straight into a wall. There was a crunch and a flash as her aura nearly gives out, her semblance going black, and reducing her back into the blind emptiness she was so used to. She'd lost her weapon, having lost grip on it when she was hit, and could only sit there, head wheeling, mind confused from the ringing impact.

She slid to the ground, legs and arms limp, at the mercy of the person with heavy footfalls that approached her.