[center]--Cita--[/center] Cita was behind the party as they traversed the streets to the stables. She may not have been the first person to see the Hoplites, but she was for sure one of the front runners when it came to hearing them. She heard the ordered stomps as the soldiers moved closer to them, cornering and making their forms finally visible. “No choice but to fight! Let’s see if you’re fit for the job,” Shouted Farrin, bringing all things into perspective. She began gazing about the team, wondering who all would die first. The brutes leading the charge? maybe the one armed man? The archer seemed rather wimpy, Most likely though it'd be the blind gal. Unless that mesh was see-through. It had to be, she thought. Nonetheless, she wasn't worried for them, but rather she started taking mental bets. She thought for sure that ordered lines would be difficult for an unlikely band of fools as she considered it, herself included. Luck had their back though when the teams resident leopard, Efrayim, called his war beast and mounted it with an unnatural grace. Cita was for once impressed, how did she not know there was such a rare creature in town. "Must be well trained." she said under her breath, following with a smirk as the creature tore into their lines, removing any chance of the Kotharans' reforming. Especially now that the barbarians had locked on and were moving in quick. Cita joined the battle promptly thereafter, but found herself out of place quickly. She effortlessly dodged the random swipes the Hoplites sent her way, though mainly due to the initial confusion of the battlefield. To her left, Cical had just brutally planted a Kotharan into a pile of debris, and to her right, the first victim of Alcello's bow flailed about, grasping at his throat as the arrow stick out flawlessly through the middle of his now burst open neck. After seeing the initial success by her compatriots, Cita began ponder if she would even need to help. That fantasy broke as she felt the tug of a spear, and the tearing of fabric along her back. She took a deep breath and admired her luck that the Hoplite missed with his thrust. Unfortunately cita hadn't brought any of her weapons to bear yet, rather trying to remain nimble to find a good vantage point. She was now seemingly defenseless against the Kotharan warrior. Cita turned towards him, preparing to take the initiative as he recoiled from his first blow, but the Hoplite struck quickly, pushing his spear right towards her face. Shock overtook Cita's eyes as her body snapped to the side, narrowly missing the strike, and then back a few paces to try and gain some distance. This soldier wasn't toying with her though, and pushed forward, thrusting over and over, missing narrowly each time. Until the last hit, the very point of his weapon grazed her shoulder, tearing away at yet another pieces of her garb. Reality had finally hit her, this was real, and with the chaos around, she would have to do this herself. She would lie about it, but some fear did cross her mind at first, but then focus set in. Her eyes narrowed as the Hoplite thrust his weapon towards her, she dipped and dodged from his strikes, moving closer to him with each blow. He had become frustrated and reared back, then with all his might tried to sweep out her legs with his spear. She nimbly hopped above the swipe and rushed for his face, punching it as hard as she could. The clang was loud, echoing in the soldiers head as he dropped his weapon and began stumbling about. Cita on the other hand, was taking a few awkward steps back, cursing loudly and waving her hand to shake off the pain. The soldier missed his chance, instead of pressing the attack he began taking off his helmet as his ears were still ringing. Cita rushed him, drawing her dagger from its leg strap and plunging it first into his chest, then rapidly stabbed it again and again into his neck and face, her attacks unnervingly rapid and accurate. His mutilated remains slumped onto the ground, there was no exhale of breath, no epic finale', just a simple dead victim with a violently dismembered face splattered on the ground. A devious smile crossed her lips as she reached for the Hoplites spear. She held out one arm, and held the spear up in a pose to throw it with the other. She gazed down the length of the spear, with one eye closed to further focus her field of view. She could see the fighting, and quickly switched from target to target, trying to wade through the carnage. Cita's first shift was towards Alcello whom was parrying a Hoplites strike. "He has this." She shifted again and watched in disbelief as Nekarta began eating a man "That's nasty.", then to Efrayim breaking a mans wrists. "Ouch." She said aloud. But her gaze went back to Alcello, who was now seemingly in peril as two soldiers were encroaching on him. All this seemed to happen within an instant, and this next move could buy him the seconds he needs to survive. Cita with all her might, let loose the spear at the closest Hoplite to Alcello. It hit him with such force to tear him from where he stood, flinging his body far from Alcello. The man shook violently as he looked down to see the spear sticking from his body. Cita didn't get a chance to see if he had died before another Hoplite moved in on her. "You there!" He shouted, as if to challenge her in the old ways. Cita nodded to him and brought her Naginata to bear. She spun it around her head, and sides, then torso in a beautifully intimidating display of skill and grace. The man started towards her but kept his guard high, expecting a hard blow from the pole-arm. She however, had a different idea and quickly planted her foot against his shield, kicking him to the ground and into the path of the now rampaging elephant. She had endured many gruesome sights and sounds in her life, enough to break many common men. But the high pitched scream of that man right as the elephants foot stamped it along with his helmet, flat like a common coin, could never be unheard.