Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140604041930/@comment-13593058-20140720184309

Wasting no time facing the onslaught of drunken brawlers, the woman made the first move. With a quick motion, she changed her stance and rushed directly towards the crowd. She wuickly counter her numbers. Twenty-five plus the six near the door.

Nearing her first target, she jumped with her knee up, landing a perfect blow to the jaw and possible breaking it. She kicked off the falling body and repositioned herself farther from the crowd.

Twenty four.

The brawlers wait for no fallen comrade and continue to approach the woman. A group of five decide to encircle her and attack her at every angle possible. She reacted by raising her katana in a traditional stance, two hands on the grip, waist level, knees bent and blade always inbetween the body and the opponent.

Then began the assault. One man ran up behind her with a bar stool and swung it down upon her head. A flash of cold air rushed past his face and the stool he carried was no more than shredded material. The woman used her pommel to deliver a knock-out blow to his temple.

Twenty-three.

Two women carrying heavy, large-bladed daggers approached to claim their prize. Quick and agile, the two women danced around her, taunted her until one of them leaped at her abdomen. The other went straight for her back. The calsh of metal on metal ringed through the air. The white katana kissed the dagger at the front, at her back in her other hand, a black full tang knife blocked the other. Arms trembling at the sheer weight of the strikes, the white haired woman temporaily let go, only to drop to the floor swinging the back of her blade as she went. Skillfully and accurately hitting the backs of her opponents knees causing them to fall. She grabbed an additional knife from from her thigh and threw the blade tips mercilessly into the dominant hands of the two woman, permanently diabling them.

Twenty-one.

The fight continued, each one by the unknown masked woman. The slender man at the back of the room, feeling nervous of his plan, began to plot once again and took notice of the two fragile looking girls at the counter, minding their own business.

"Hey you idiots," he told his five goons, "grab those two bitches at the counter. We can use'em as hostages."

The two girls did not hear him over the loud ruckus of the brawl, but perhaps this would be an even bigger mistake than agitating the masked woman.