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[center][img][/img][h1][color=00FF7f]Leblanc Farris[/color][/h1]
[b][center][color=gray] [[ Location : Imperial Camp ]] [/color][/center][/b][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]



In the space of sixty seconds, anything can happen. In that minute span of time a sea weed haired young woman could fill her bowl and empty it with only a streak of spilled stew trailing from the corner of her lip to prove it existed at all. A laudable habbit for men-of-arms, but she'd fostered this habit in her early days among the cities bowels and it had served her well to this day. It was all just energy to burn, fuel for the night, and in her haste a sense of taste never entered the equation. Warmth and thickness of broth were all that mattered, and even the gamey lumps of meat were swallowed without any concern for choking. 

[color=00FF7F][i]It needed more vegetables.[/i][/color] She thought with an idle gaze settling upon the wilderness beyond the fire's obscuring light, more a general remark on the food she was growing accustomed to then the meal in particular.

Blase ruminations were not to be the order of the night as the twin cracks of the rifleman's' salvo sent the night into a frenzy of motion. Her nameless Vassel unfurled and grew taught around her neck in response to the threat, causing her pupils to expand not from alarm but a conscious desire to see clearly in the nights gloom.

[color=00FF7F]"Hmm..."[/color] A step to the side into the protection of a leeward tree of particularly dry wood averted the gruesome union of Leblance's pelvis and a stray shot, earning the trio of assailants where it originated from a glower in response and little else. It did not take a genius to know they were surrounded from the moment the first shots rang out, and were she to try and break the encirclement she'd have needed either favorable terrain or the full support of her comrades to avoid having to deal with being shot from either side.

Rallying calls from those unwilling to succumb to scattered gunfire drew her from her impromptu cover and sent Leblanc dashing through the center of camp to reach the gathering of warriors and maidens alike with a snap of torn wood preceding the acquisition of a branch now clutched in her off hand. Even in the midst of blistering steps she made hardly a sound in her passing, a habit of balancing the pressure along her feet leaving little in the way of disturbance for all the good it did in that raucous firefight. The seaweed haired girl dove forward as the night was parted with a crack and the air where she once was now trailed a streak of white smoke from a bullets lethal trajectory.

Her body curled and rolled forward, propelling itself momentum till she got her feet back under her and resumed her sprint without pause. More importantly, in her travel she came to cross paths with the pot they had procured their stew and now clutched in her hands was a blazing torch ignited from the smoldering embers beneath the stew. While her flight had been graceful she had no compunction with flailing the torch against every bush or tree she came across before tossing it aside and joining Gradon and company at the forefront of the breach. 

[color=00FF7F]"I've altered the terrain."[/color] Leblanc said flatly and drew large knife from its thigh holster, all the while flickering flames danced along branches and brambles, a growing light and bloom of smoke to obscure the attackers behind it. [color=00FF7F]"Let's move before they circle around."[/color]

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