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

Dareen's gaze hardened as it became apparent that peace, even temporary, was no longer an option. The Eyriens at this house would kill everyone were they presented an opportunity. Mikhail and herself were so far doing an adequate job at holding the front entrance to the house. The enemy may wise up and give up their brute force tactics and try for another entrance. But that would split them up, and the three brothers in the room could engage the enemy wherever they tried to flank. As far as house defences went, this wasn't going terribly. For every defender in the house, there were two enemies outside. Five versus ten. Dareen had seen worse odds.

Going quiet, Dareen lunged back into engagement range with the ensnared Purple Dusk warrior that had lead the charge. The front parlor filled with the sound of clashing steel as the mercenaries took their blade to each other. Given that Dareen had full mobility and the Purple Dusk had none, the advantage was obviously the Witch's. He was on the defensive, and the longer one is on the defensive, the more likely it is for one to die. 

And die he did. 

Her flashing sabre went for an overhead strike, and the Purple Dusk moved his sword to counter it, raising it above his head. Frenzy had kicked in, he was just trying to defend himself and survive, but his comrades offered him no salvation. Thus, Dareen cancelled her overhead strike and quickly repositioned her sabre into a thrust. He was too late, and the tip of the sabre slipped effortlessly into his throat, penetrating his shield and skin. There was no blood and no sound. His eyes widened and he struck at Dareen, but she blocked it with her buckler. For a moment the two were locked in this pose, his blade stuck against Dareen's buckler, and her sword lethally jammed into his left carotid artery.

The moment passed, and Dareen slammed her buckler down upon his face. With a resounding crack she pulled the blade free and blood began to spew violently forth. He was unconscious from the shield strike, and by the time he woke up, he would be dead. Still stuck in the wires he went limp and Dareen briefly reflected in her shining sabre's steel. First blood. Electricity and adrenaline flowed from the tips of her fingers to the core of her chest. [color=c4df9b]"Those wires are deadly, Mikhail. One down!"[/color] She announced loudly, not taking her eyes off the fight.

Regulating her breathing, the Pruulish Witch stood her ground against the incoming invaders. Refocusing on her Craft shield, she readied her buckler and blade.