[center][h2][color=a95c68]Jacqueline Leroux[/color][/h2][/center]
Jacqueline hissed when the beam, not entirely redirected in time, sliced into her left arm. If it hadn’t been for the fact that a vampire was a monster and thus could only work Chaotic magic, she’d have lost a whole limb. So, while this was not the optimal outcome, it was acceptable. What [i]wasn’t[/i] was her target getting transplaced by the nun esper. Jacqueline was mid-swing, but honestly, if she got one enemy instead of another, she wouldn’t have minded. Except, that wasn’t what happened. Not only did she get gutted by the nun’s falchion, the bitch switched [i]again[/i], placing the damn organ in Havoc’s way. Now, that was bullshit in her opinion. Not that anyone was asking her.

With a roar, Jacqueline tore through the flimsy musical instrument, and turned around. She’d been expecting to dash after the two who’d easily escaped her grasp, but was stopped by two things. One, her guts were beginning to trickle out of her gash, and she briefly had to adjust the hold on Havoc in such a way that part of her left arm was braced against the stomach wound, preventing any unfortunate spills. Two, Centrocius was barreling her way, blocking the path towards Arzendale and the nun, who were standing at the center of the room with [i]their backs to her[/i].

Grunting, Jacqueline tracked the positioning of the vampire and esper all the while cataloguing how fast the five-legged one-armed critter was approaching. It’d been the target of at least one fatal attack last she’d seen, but had only lost two limbs so far. The remaining six were still more bladed limbs she could easily block, not to mention it might simply decide to ram her with its horns, or wrap her in its vines…The best thing to do was time a good evasive move, and hope Centrocius rammed right into the trashed organ. However, what Jacqueline wanted to do first and foremost was launch an offensive while pretending to defend.

So, she quickly dropped into crouch, Havoc positioned to block, hoping her movements might conceal the preparation of a melody. Instead of an elbow, one of her knees was now putting pressure on her belly, staunching the wound. Her muscles were primed for action. Metal particles were gathering around the tip of her right boot. When the melody was ready, she barely raised it, and the resulting beam of whirling metal razors flied a millimeter above the ground, heading swiftly towards Arzendale in a line [i]underneath[/i] Centrocius. Then (her guts be damned), she stomped her foot down, combining the action with a powerful all-body [i]lunge[/i] to the side. 

[hr][hr][center]Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished 
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Fissure 
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Shield (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 500

[Bronze Beam][AoE][Damage X][Quake] = - 160 Mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 208[/center]