[@Lunar] [@Marcus XVI]

Dammit...

Leave it to her to underestimate her foe.  The girl's reaction was swift, brutal, and indeed merciless.  Nira had never expected her to move so quickly, but there the elven lass was, flat on her back, a pain something fierce in her stomach from where the pommel had bashed her bones, lying there on the lavish marble floor in a daze.  She shook herself out of it, popping to her feet in a swift motion and charging again, but paused upon hearing another draw their blade.  One look at his face said it all, [color=bc8dbf][i]Nosferatu.[/i][/color]  Just his visage alone was enough to betray him as one of the night creatures, powerful folk they were, not the best to trifle with.  Nirayane grit her teeth, baring them like a rabid wolf, her sharp amethyst eyes cut towards the silver haired sword maiden and the tall, regal vampire lord.  She sheathed her dagger, scowling, and held her hands up in surrender.  The others would be sure to retaliate as well if she attacked again, and she wasn't well equipped to take on such a volume of opponents.