She stared at the knife. Looking at it with great disdain. The woman cranked her Metal up, as if to give a theme to the blades actions. 

[b]"You know this is a big deal right? You are about to take my pride from me....And all you do is stare at me."[/b]

The knife said nothing. Clearly doing something so dreadful was nothing for it. The last few days have taught the knife that it was capable of so much more than scaling a fish. Flesh of the sentient has changed the knife! Perhaps it wants to do this, the idea of stripping the Fighter of her bragging rights....

[b]"I hate you so much right now...."[/b]

She audibly whimpered taking hold of her massive pony tail. [b]"Yeah yeah, it helped Clem....Who would'a thought though....I mean seriously....I know I am delaying shut up!"[/b] She shouted at her reflection in the blade. With that she cut what could have only been three feet of hair, beautiful, loved locks... 

[b]"DAMNIT! DAMNIT! DAMNIT!"[/b] Despite doing it herself she clearly had put all the blame on her knife. Instantly slamming the blade into the kitchen counter, and as abrupt she had pulled the handle breaking the blade. After a few angry huffs she slaps her face a few times, attempting to calm her mood. [b]"Sure it was your signature and an awesome mark on the fighting circuit, but in the last 4 days it has been grabbed at least a dozen times...There was no way you can gamble like that. Right? Right!"[/b] She nodded coming to terms with it...Thank God no one saw that. 

The constant pounding at the door pulled the her from her troubles. 

[b]"Yeah yeah! Hell at least the stress reduction comes door to..."[/b]

As she glanced out the peep-hole she spied a lot more than normal. 2 or three she was prepared to kill....The sound of splintering wood only added to her growing heart rate. 

[b]"F*ck! F*CK!"[/b] 

In a fit of rage she kicked her door, in reaction the door's frame gave her a warm crack....[b]"Tch! Mahogny my ass!"[/b] With that she bolted to the second story. The lovely balcony allows her a vantage point on the ever growing horde. As she started count it [b]"Note to self, if Roy isn't dead...Thank him for making you spring for a balcony."[/b] 24 or so at the door alone. Time to move, but where too?

Probably some hunters at a lodge or something closer to the base of the mountain! [b]"Well, Time to put rule number 1 to work!"[/b] She ran back as if to jump down! She stops just short.....The F*CK what am I thinking? Azure climbs to the roof and climbs down a fencing on the side of the wall. As she started sprinting the sound of the door giving way and her music exploding out the entry way informed her of her safe escape. Into the forest with only a bag of what she considered necessities....Like her power drink mixes...