[centre][color=136119][h2]Pyotr[/h2][/color][/centre]

Weary acceptance over hostility, now there was a novel approach. In her own distrustful kinda way, Pyotr kinda liked Suki, or at least her attitude. The guy (who's name had flown completely over her head) still worried her though. There didn't seem to be any outright threat to her life, but something about him just wasn't quite kosher. [color=136119][b]'Thanks for the offer, but I've got supplies. Two-hander, curved.'[/b][/color] She drew her sword and waved it around vaguely, not bothering to pretend it was anything special. [color=136119][b]'Just the starter weapon, nothing fancy. The skills aren't bad though; got a charge skill and a nice combo thingamajig.'[/b][/color] A growling sound pulled Pyotr from her thoughts and her head jerked up; somewhere in the middle of her answer Suki had actually [i]run off.[/i] [color=136119][b]'Oit, that ain't ni... oh.'[/b][/color] Right, yeah. Pack of wolves, that made sense. Well, kinda convenient, right? At least she had her weapon readied... and maybe her earlier comments had hit home, 'cause there was Suki rushing off to do teamwork things. Pyotr would have given an appreciative nod if it hadn't meant that three of the mobs had chosen [i]her[/i] to snack on...

The pack split between them as Pyotr found herself isolated and the three with her name on them closed far too quickly. [i]Shitshitshit, fucking mutts![/i] Rather than set her stance and receive the attack, Pyotr leapt forward to activate <<Ura>>, barging forward into the lead wolf. The sword swung round in a wide upward arc, taking a good two-thirds of the bastard's HP with it; not quite enough. But luckily... Once again her sword glowed a dark green, almost as if she had skipped the after-motion effect, and spun about again to finish the mob. As the first wolf disintegrated, Pyotr found herself grinning like an idiot. [color=136119][b]'Hah, think you can fuck with this bitch, yah little pup? Well think again, I'm the one who does the fuckin' around 'ere!'[/b][/color] Now all she had to do was rinse and repeat... wait. [i]Dafuq aren't my legs moving..?[/i] And then it all came back with a damning crash. The skill she had activated, <<Arc>> allowed her to quickly strike again but left a hideously long after-action pause... More than long enough for that second wolf to [i]Holy fuck, itsteetharehuge![/i] Thrown off her feet and with a fair chunk of her HP missing, Pyotr was finally able to pull herself up. With digital adrenaline pumping through her and no small amount of indignant anger, she glared daggers back at her attacker. [color=136119][b]'Oh, I'm gonna skin you nice and slow, [i]cyka[/i]...'[/b][/color]