As the bandit leader turned and fired towards the archer, leaving his back exposed to her, Kis saw her opportunity. Breaking from cover she quickly sprinted across the yard, her blades in her hands as she leapt up into the air. Swinging them down in unison she aimed for the break in the man's armour between his body and his head, the thin gap under his helmet where a precise blade should be able to drive down into his chest, hopefully finding his heart.

Time almost seemed to freeze as her adrenaline pump[ed through Kis's veins, her perceptions and reactions quickening in the heat of the moment. Even as she slowly drew closer she shifted her fingers on the knife handles, moving the tips ever so slightly as she tried to line up his attack for a single perfect strike.