Amy smiled at the prospect of competing against the young man who she now found herself back to back with amidst the battle. The beowolf she’d been dealing with started to slowly fumble around, two of its paws injured from trying to strike her. She remained perfectly still in her battle stance, firmly holding Bloodthirster in her hands while the gang of thugs began to appear from the shadows to confront them. She could see in the corner of her eyes a few other people revolting against them. They held an assortment of deadly looking weapons each, but that only proved to excite Amy. In the background she could see her friends fighting them as well. Jessica’s drunken swings with her mace proved to be quite sinister, whilst Jackie’s quick fingers sent a barrage of dust powered bullets from her revolver at her targets. Columbia had been knocked unconscious earlier in the fight, but the boy she was with was easily fending off the thugs from hurting her while she lay on the ground. Amy quickly bent down, leaning forward while she put pressure into her knees. Tightening her grip around her axe, she sprung forward with a long swipe of her blade at the beowolf.

“You’re in for it, stranger, I’ll be taking first place no problem!” She pulled her knees up to her chest as she flew at the beast, tilting over as the axe flew through the air to angle the blade to strike down onto the wolf’s head. In defence, the creature raised it’s right paw slowly to try and block the axe, but Amy had so much momentum behind the attack that she ended up slicing the arm of the beast clean off. Crimson blood stained the black fur of the beast, spilling from the amputated limb while it hollowed in pain. With three of its paws not functioning, it had no hope left to move around. With a thud, Amy landed crouched down beside the beast. Bloodthirster sit firmly on her shoulders, the blade dripping with the creature’s life fluid. Amy began to glow a little, her semblance starting to kick in after the battle with the beast. Her heavy breathing slowly began to stop and the fatigue of fighting with such a creature was a little alleviated. The beowolf tried to move away from her, but Amy quickly responded by raising her axe over her and bringing it down with a loud thud into the beasts skull. The creature lay motionless below her, and Amy quickly glanced up to see another man with an axe tearing into another one of the beasts.

Amy stared down the group of thugs before her, their weapons pointed directly at her. She wasn’t confident that she’d be able to dodge all of their attacks, so she’d need to move quickly. With a cheeky grin, she firmly grasped Bloodthirster as the thugs unleashed a barrage of bullets at her. Swinging the axe upwards with all her might, the blade hooking into the flesh of the freshly killed beowolf and flung him up in front of Amy as a meat shield. Her arms ached from the feat of lifting such a creature, but if there was one thing Amy had it was strength. The body rattled with each gun shot, but she remained unscathed from behind her shield. When the bullets stopped, she unhooked her blade from the creature and quickly spun around. Swinging the flat edge of her axe into the beowolf’s corpse, she sent the creature flying towards the group of thugs that were reloading their weapons as quick as they could. They scattered away from the flying wolf, but two were unlucky enough to collide straight into it; being pinned down against the wall by its weight. They fell unconscious from the collision. She stared at the remaining thugs that were facing her, their weapons reloaded.
“Let’s try and play nice, guys. I don’t want to have to hurt you too much.” She entered her battle stance, awaiting their next move.