Her heartbeat hammered.

She'd taken on plenty of bandits before. It wasn't like this was the first time she'd been shot at either. Hardly the first time she'd spilled blood.

A hero's blade could be stained with the life of the wicked, after all, and Valheim's forces came here for the sake of conquering and subjugating Osprey's people.

But this was still different, even from when she fought the Valheimr soldiers in the ruined town.

But---

This wasn't the first time she'd been shot at, after all.

She wasn't about to let them reach Miina.

Sparks flew. Bullets were sent careening off course or even cut by the razor edge of her blade.

"Oh no, you won't!" Robin cried, "As long as I'm here, none of you are going to have the chance!"

Some stray piece of shrapnel tore the fabric at her shoulder.

Her heart pounded even faster.

But this was the sort of thing a hero did. Standing up for her allies, defending them from even the most terrifying situations.

So, Robin wasn't going to falter and let any scrap of fear linger in her mind. She'd push it away and focus.

After all, deflecting bullets was something you needed to focus on.

There, that one was reloading---!

Robin crouched low and hurled herself forward, a bullet from the Einhanders above striking the spot she had occupied moments ago. She reached the nearest soldier in an instant and he fumbled, trying to switch from loading his rifle to drawing a knife.

He was no-where near swift enough, a streak of red bursting in the air as Robin slashed through his throat and withdrew just as swiftly as she had approached, before the remaining soldiers could focus on her.

She couldn't do anything about the Einhanders, but if she could keep Miina covered and help clear away as many soldiers on the ground, then---!

[@Ithradine][@Raineh Daze]