[h2]Private Regan Durandal[/h2]

"Huff huff huff haah haah huff..." Dammit! Her squad had been ambushed and wiped out. She felt bad about running away, but what was she supposed to do? Her mortar was too slow to take on all those enemies at once, and besides, they would have surrounded her and eliminated her easily. She had to leave her mortar behind, too... she would have been too slow and been captured or killed. If she could find another squad, she could warn them of the enemy movements. Maybe even reclaim the bodies and equipment they lost. As it was, all she had left was her katana. She couldn't face them all down with just that. She could hear some of them following her.

She stops as shots are fired in front of her, turning around and drawing her sword. It looked like she would have to make her stand here. She'd drawn them away from their unit, presumably, so perhaps she stood a chance... if they were foolish. The fact that they hadn't already shot her yet told her that perhaps they were.

Three imperials approached her, all aimed at her carefully. They surround her... did they intend to engage her in melee? Her eyes tracked them carefully, waiting... for the first move.

The one flanking her to her rear left charged her with his bayonette, and she spun in response, catching the bayonette with her blade and diverting it away from her before she counters, driving her sword up the length of his weapon and slicing through his body, severing his arm. He falls, and the imperial that had previously been in front of her charged her next, but she anticipated his action and heard his sloppy, heavy footwork. She pivoted and spun around his blade, throwing the momentum from that into a slash across his torso. One remaining, and he wised up. He was going to shoot her. She had to close the distance, quickly. She darted to the side, narrowing avoiding getting shot, but he was tracking her movement. She dashed toward him, but he'd backed away already. She wouldn't make it in time...