[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center] 
[center][i]front parlor[/i][/center]

Dareen felt much better with her weapons. With practiced effeciency she equipped herself, slinging her bow and quiver over her shoulder and slipping her sword into her left hand into her shield in the other, the Pruulish Witch favoring her left hand. Giving a quick nod to Denvar she rolled her neck and shoulders excitedely. Nervously she glanced over her shoulder at the mostly empty room behind her. She bounced up and down and wobbled her head. Focusing up for a minute she channeled the Craft and activated the invisible shield, a thin layer of additional protection beneath her studded leather and mail.

Then, they were upon them. Mikhail's wires proved incredibly effecient as crowd control. The momentum of the attacking force was halted immediately. Dareen gritted her teeth and took the opportunity, slashing her saber out at the Purple Dusk wearing warrior. He snarled and parried her slash, the blades scittering off each other as Dareen pushed deep into his defences. Another slash and Purple Dusk warrior was almostn ot fast enough. The blade scittered off his armor and as she positioned to strike far more lethally, the Purple Dusk repositioned himself and warded off the blow. Finally he retaliated with a warding strike of his own that Dareen easily backstepped. All of this movement made Mikail's wires cut into him even deeper and his position was even more awkward.

[color=c4df9b]"Are you willing to die for this?"[/color] Dareen questioned with mock incredulity, cracking her neck once again. She was safely out of reach for the Purple Dusk, but she feinted another strike, causing him to flinch and regain his footing as he tried to search for a way out and forward, but it was hard to concentrate with the looming threat of Dareen's lethal, shining sabre.