[color=fff200][b]Yang Bethelehem[/b][/color]

Yang smiled even as she dispatched the Varjan warriors too taken by her taunts, charging right into their zone of defence. Despite that, a loud command by their champion interrupted them.

She turned towards Magnus and frowned when she saw the blade at his neck, her eyes turned to her companion who had tossed her weapon aside.

"What a bother." Yang unrolled her prayers beads, slackened them back to normal length and tossed them to the floor. She stretched her neck to sides and relaxed herself. "Sorry, my bad for assigning you to him."

Come to think of it, she was more suited for handling tough opponents in a one on one scenario rather than the big buy who can keep people away. Her master was indeed correct even as she was tinged in regret, she realized that she still had a lot more to learn.

Even as she struggled to figure a way to get out the situation, some swords flew down and interrupted her thoughts as it hit the warriors and champion.

She didn't hesitate as she saw an opening, her foot slid on her prayer beads that she had tossed down and flung it with her feet towards the champion sword. It wouldn't knock the sword from his hand but it was enough to get the sword away from Magnus neck for a moment enough that can move away from it.

In tandem, she moved towards the remnants of the Varjan warriors and resumed her assault with her bare hands. She feinted going high before her leg swept low, send one of the varjan in the air before she fell on top of him with a brutal axe kick to his helmet.

The ground cushioned his fall but the kick was more than sufficient to knock him down for good.

[i]How many more?[/i] She looked towards the situation.

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