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[url=https://youtu.be/NsxcZol_FEE]Ladies & Gentlemen: Please rise for the anthem of Boston![/url]

There was no time to ponder the chaos and carnage.

Wyn reached out, her hand alight with darkened, sanguine aura of blood magic. The Varjan soldier cornering the man and his child quickly found himself walking backwards. Then, he was jostled back, away from the man, and towards Wyndressa. Corpse Maker flashed in a silver arc, and the bisected halves of the Varjan flew passed, rolling on the ground.

Just as quickly, Wyn used her finger to scribe enchantments with the blood. With a crackle, her blade was alit with lightning. She Shadowstepped into the fray, clocking one over the helm, striking him with a jolt of lightning, before the point found another's neck. Wyn used the motion of yanking the blade out to load up a wrath cut that relieved the first man of his head.

Before their bodies fell, Wyn drew the blood spraying from their wounds, shaping them into daggers, and casting them other the other soldiers. Tapping her foot to the rhythm only she could hear; Wyn cocked her sword back, dashed forward. She was a blur, following the motion of a cut into a spinning kick, into a parry into a chop, into a thrust, into a punch, into blasting someone with a curse, throwing off another's timing before taking his head and kicking it at the cursed bastard.

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"Try to make a wedge!" She shouted to her companions. "Keep these Varjan focks away from the villagers!"