A gun shot obviously aimed at her, but thanks to the weird angle she held her sword, it struck the sheath and ricocheted off. Croma knew she wouldn’t get a second chance, so she took the opening created by the other very strange prisoner, she rolled forward, picking up the man she knocked out and turned his unconscious body around using him as a shield. Kicking her meat shield forward into the rifleman Croma lunged herself past him readying her weapon to swing at the pistol wielders swinging her sword so she could strike in a diagonal position aiming to knock the metal sheath right into their Adam’s apples.

“Crushing blow!” She yells