[She's lucky, to a point. The shots aimed in her direction whiz past, one grazing her arm and making her flinch, but nothing that will impede her movement. No, that comes when the punch makes contact and she stumbles forward, dazed and seeing stars. Her ears ring, even as she manages to push herself into a roll and come up back on her feet, trying to focus on the fight. She hears Seviilia shriek, distantly, and figures that the fight is almost over.
Some traitorous part of her hopes it is, because she can't keep this up much longer with her head spinning. Her grip on her sword tightens, eyes narrowing at Bond.]
It's over. Stand down and walk away.
[She doesn't want to kill anyone. They need every fighter they can get...even if some are incredibly stupid.]
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Some traitorous part of her hopes it is, because she can't keep this up much longer with her head spinning. Her grip on her sword tightens, eyes narrowing at Bond.]
It's over. Stand down and walk away.
[She doesn't want to kill anyone. They need every fighter they can get...even if some are incredibly stupid.]