[color=darkgray]Ryza's blade cut clean through flesh and claimed the inquisitor's arm. His counter attack was expected, but she didn't count on it being so forceful after the shock of losing a limb. She exhaled quickly from the blow, eliciting an 'oof!' as she staggered back and collected herself. Her eyes were on the stump of his arm, noting the black ink taking the place of the inquisitor's blood. It caused a look of confusion and concern in Ryza's eyes, making her grip the soaked katana tighter.

She side stepped a few times, watching out of her peripherals to make sure nothing would sneak up on her. Despite all of the sound of gunfire and fighting in the bar, none of it broke Ryza's focus on taking this thing down. None of it except for the cry of a child. She looked over and saw the girl being taken away and the boy laying on the floor. That lapse in her guard led to the Walkins in front of her seize the initiative. There was a quick blow to her gut, a loss of air as it escaped through her mouth. Ryza dropped her katana and fell to her knees, hands at her stomach as she tried to capture some air.

Another blow was bound for her, but her guardian spirit, Oni, came to her. The air before the mask rippled just a blink before the blow connected with the wooden thing. A 'thwump' carried on a short distance around them and the inquisitor's punch was deflected off the side, throwing him off balance. Ryza recovered from her winding and quickly grabbed the katana. She stood and tripped the man onto his back, pinning him with a foot to his chest and the katana at his neck. Oni formed that rippling shield around her to protect from any stray shots that would come her way. [color=white][b]"Stay still, Varisie!"[/b][/color]

Perhaps he could be interrogated after this mess.[/color]