Kana whirled around at the sounds of a scuffle, awareness ratcheted up as high as it could go. A man with an accent yelling. The sound of harpoons striking the walls. And a very, very faint noise that she couldn't quite parse, but reminded her of violence all the same. She closed her eyes tightly. 

[color=7ea7d8][i]There are so many better things to worry about right now. There could be something very bad happening down with the engine. You could go up like you planned and deal with the leader. Can you really afford the time to go help whatever's going on?[/i][/color]

Before the thought had even finished, she knew the answer. Not a chance she was going to stand there as more people got hurt. Not when she could do something about it. Damn everything else, she'd been 'gifted' with these goddamn legs; might as well use them for good for once. She took a long, calming breath. [color=7ea7d8][i]I didn't want to hurt anyone tonight. I really didn't. But just because they started the fight doesn't mean I can't end it. It's different this time. You're helping people.[/i][/color] The breath heaved out. Eyes still closed, "[color=7ea7d8]Keep going towards the engine room. I'll catch up with you soon.[/color]" For just a moment, she was very grateful that she was wearing her mask.

Her eyes snapped open, and she [i]blasted[/i] towards the fight, Edgedancer surging out of her at its full strength. In the space between heartbeats, the calm and slightly wobbling [i]tink[/i] of her footsteps was replaced with the shrieking sound of metal crashing into metal at high speed as she blazed down the narrow corridor. The world moved in slow motion around her, and the sound of fighting came into clear focus. A distant corner of her brain hissed in dissatisfaction at the British man. [color=7ea7d8][i]You're making too much noise. Just asking to get hurt. Shut up.[/i][/color] She wanted to hate him for being in such a place that she needed to do this. She wanted to find a vessel for her pent-up anger and frustration. Someone that she could blame, and blame [i]harmlessly.[/i] But she couldn't bring herself to hate him. He was stuck here like everyone else. Nobody was making her do this but her. 

A corner in the hallway loomed ahead of her; sounded like whatever was going on was just around it. Even if she wanted to, she didn't have the time or space to slow down. So instead she sped up as much as she could. And jumped.

She struck the wall, and with all the speed and power that her Septima brought her, she [i]kicked[/i] it. With one more jagged, metallic screech, she launched herself forward and twisted in midair, whizzing past the Englishman and a...man? Woman?...person in a [i]haori[/i], of all things—and aiming a flying scissor kick at the closest frogman. 

And, as all her pent-up frustration boiled over—her quiet time ruined, her guards off, her legs being used against a human being again—she axed downwards at him with a furious scream.