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[center][img][/img][h1][color=00FF7f]Leblanc Farris[/color][/h1]
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The motley cadets were rapidly gathering and growing in coordination, their fierce reprisal very unexpected by the attackers. It was an irony not lost upon Leblanc that the  rifleman, easily the greatest concern they had for the range with which they could strike from, were the ones now being cut down like chattel till it appeared only two remained, forcing the shocktroopers to advance into the melee. 

And they advanced to their deaths, as the cadets made certain not a one of them would be returning home that night. 

[color=00FF7F]"Is that an officer I hear?"[/color] Her  head turned with uncanny accuracy to gaze towards the adversary barking orders, her blank expression growing taut with concentration. [color=00FF7F]"Escape will be easier if they are disorganized. Hmm, would it be better to silence permanently or grievously wound so they are compelled to evacuate them?"[/color]

It was a question she vocalized even when she knew the answer already. A corpse would spur their pursuers on in a frenzy, blind though it may be, while a wounded officer would force them to try and recover him. It would at least draw off a handful of pursuers, so the choice was clear.

Leblanc broke rank and ran once more, loping across the killing field and up the harsh incline with nary a concern. Fire light danced off her blades while her tongue hung past her parted lips as though a serpent tasting the air, and to a degree she was. All her senses were attuned to the environment around her and not a slash went unrecognized by the sea weed haired girl, leaving her assured any of the neardy marksmen were well and truly handled for her to advance without need to worry for stray shots.

[color=00FF7F]"..."[/color] She had no words for her target, and the officer in rifleman regalia who'd soon find himself confronted by Leblanc. Appearing before him she dove into a hand stand with nary a pause, the momentum of her journey carrying her legs forward to collide with the enemies shoulders. A twist of her feet had Leblanc's boots come together behind his neck and with a grunt she pulled back, yanking the officer off his feet head first. 

With a little more force it would have been childs play to snap his neck from a collision with hard packed earth but that was counter productive, leaving Leblanc to hold back at the last moment so she came to kneel atop a dazed but still very living man. 

[color=00FF7F]"Scream for me. Scream loudly, till your lungs shred themselves."[/color] Leblanc whispered coolly and drove her knife into the unprotected back of his legs, carving fabric, flesh, and fat with a stoic disregard for her enemy. [color=00FF7F]"If you don't, no one will stop me from carving you like a turkey."[/color]

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