Bella made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a strangled squeak as Liaena stared at the peculiar chevalier, gaze fixating on the blade in its hand. The runes on the blade appeared to rearrange themselves as she stared, crawling up and down the steel in a deeply disquieting fashion. While she had no idea what language they were from, she was increasingly sure as she watched them that they meant: to cause pain, anguish, tor–

“LI! MOVE!”

Liaena snapped abruptly back to reality at Bella’s shriek, stumbling back as the chevalier charged towards them. “[i]Oh crap”[/i]

Sliding the blade towards the girl’s unprotected neck with killer intent, the runeblade glanced away with a burst of fire to slide across the glowing shield that had appeared around the girl to protect her. For a moment Liaena stared in bafflement at the sight, glancing at the hand she had brought up in a reflexive gesture to shield herself. “….did I do....that…?”

“…………”

“Would you [b]get a grip[/b]! DEAL with him, would you!?” Bella screamed from where she was trying to make herself as small as possible inside her breast pocket. 

[b]
“I’m working on it!”[/b] Liaena snapped back a lot more ferociously than she might otherwise have done under the circumstances, backing away from the creature while patting her pockets down for Allissah’s dart. Behind them, faint swears and curses emanated from the cloud of gas that she had laid down in the corridor,  however eventually the mage would inevitably find her way through and they would be equal numbers – if the creature she was dealing with now even counted as ‘one’. Liaena remembered vividly the results of the duel with Doin, and the large dent in the creatures armour told that tale loud and clear. [i] “If this takes long, we’re going to lose this”[/i]

The blade slid towards them with vicious speed. Liaena hit the ground in record time as the blade whooshed over her head, long barrelled shot gun appearing out of nowhere in her hand as she pushed the barrel up into his midriff and squeezed off a total of five shots. 

[b] BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM[/b]

The goo balls hammered into the peculiar chevaliers chest, knocking him back against the wall. The event was obviously little more of a mild inconvenience to him as he glowered at the girl, pushing his way out of the material as strands of glue strained and snapped. 

“Now what…?” 

Bella whispered somewhere around her midriff. Liaena had that unpleasant feeling of falling rise up again as she stared into the darkness of his visor, before shaking her head to clear it as she backed away. “We run”

There was a pained cluck from the little white owl as she landed heavily on the floor, holding one wing at an awkward angle as the long flight and tail feathers on one side were viciously sheared off half way down. An outraged squawk immediately followed as Liaena caught her up to hold her to her chest with one hand, before starting to leg it away from the chevalier down the corridor he had come from.