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[color=ec008c]"Keh..."[/color] Bridget's fury was stopped mid swing. A lone lost catching her blade on his shield and batting it aside like an insect. Of course, she was fully expecting to get hurt. No way about it when fighting lost. In fact, in some ways, those were the moments she always remembered most vividly.

Fighting. Hurting. Getting hurt.

That infuriating face of whoever that was. 

But she had to retain a level head. That was all that separated her from these beasts. The losts blade bit into her flesh as her attacks were halted in their tracks. Using what stamina she had left, she rolled backwards, not caring for her wounds in the slightest. Not like it would do much good with the horde of lost, but it would at least give her a second to recollect her footing.

[color=ec008c]"If you got any fancy tricks up your sleeve, now's the time choco!"[/color] She growled towards Delmina. Bridget focused her power, drawing upon the power of her bloodveil, her left hand becoming enveloped in a blood like claw, intent on dashing forwards and impaling one of those soldier lost on her Blood Veil.