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Bridget simply turned towards the lost horde rushing towards them. Narrow hallways, huh. Not the best place for swinging around a giant sword, but at the same time...that meant this was a veritable meat grinder. She'd need to control her swings a bit. Thrusts and vertical strikes. As Delmina unloaded her bullets towards the thralls, Bridget rushed forwards an almost wolf life howl echoing through the area. She grabbed the decayed sword in both hands, an almost feral grin plastered on her face under the mask, eyes wide with excitement as she leaped into the air.

[color=ec008c]"GRAAAAH!"[/color] A loud shout, vaguely drowned out by Bridget's sword slamming into the ground from a powerful overhead strike. Delmina's bullets flew past, but she paid them no mind. She'd give her a smacking or two if she hit her. She lifted the blade again, aiming to crush a wide swathe of the Lost between her blade an a nearby wall.