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One moment Wyn was taking heads and asserting dominance; the next, she's tackled by some shirtless fuck and dumped into a burning building.

"Really should'a shadowstepped there." She groused.

And then the bastard was on her, faster than should be possible. But, as the adage went: Timing beats speed. And so, Wyn simply rolled out of harms way. Once on her feet, she took a low guard with a sword that was no longer in her hands.

"Ah, fock!" Wyn knew she should've sprung for that recall enchantment. But, noooo. It'd interfere with the blood magic, she said.

And then a flaming hot reminder dropped on her head. Before this wannabe Viking charged again, Wyn pressed to the wall, kicking off it to dive across the house. In the air, she twisted, hitting the raider with a curse. If he tried charging again; he'd find himself moving at a snail's pace.

Even with backups strapped to her boots, Wyn glanced about for Corpse Maker. If she couldn't get to it now, she'd want to know where it was. It laid where she had been tackled from, not too far, thankfully. She could shadowstep to it. Hell, she could use the hemocraft to simply pull the sword back to her ([i]that's[/i] why she opted out of the enchantment!).

And then a deliciously sadistic thought occurred.

With the Varjan slowed to a crawl, and in a burning building, he was pretty much dead. Just need to smack the final nail in his coffin. Taking her daggers, Wyn shadowstepped behind the man. "Nothin' personal, kid!" She didn't much care if he was a kid or not. She stooped down, clipped his Achilles tendons before shadowstepping back out.

Now, back to our regularly scheduled rampage!

Wyn noticed some prick snatching Corpse Maker from the ground.

"Oh no ya' don't!"

With a gesture, the sword moved as if alive, and forced the Varjan to cleave his own head off, before it flew back to Wyndressa's hand. It was about time this shit-show ended, she would think. As her demonic essence flowed into her bloodied Corpse Maker, she surveyed her surroundings.

Something was going on with Hinami, it seemed. The tag was still on, but now she had [i]two[/i] swords (Wyn knew she should've brought scimitars) and hacking away in a trance. The tag was still on, right?

"Luna! Hinami!" She shouted. "On me!" 

The villagers should be a safe enough distance. Now, it was time to blast these bastards to hell where they belonged. The task force can pay for the damages later.