[h3][color=666fff]Alyona[/color][/h3]

[@Dezuel]

The boy wasn't as bright - nor as dim - as Alyona had hoped. She didn't expect the sword to be a feint, though it didn't matter either way - it wasn't like her lances interacted with physical objects. It was a bit of a coin toss if the sword he had created was magical enough to physically interact with the lances, and Aly was never one to take a coin toss unless it was her only option. It was up to her agility now.

Aly sprang from her resting position on the wall, narrowly dodging the attack and tumbling. The various scrapes she incurred from the dive-tumble were better than whatever he had planned for her with that. She loudly swore in Yekaterinan - a classic curse that should not be translated.

In the split second decision she had instinctively dodged away from the boy, which seemed like the right thing to do considering what he had conjured. She didn't skip a beat before taking off into a sprint, quickly sliding around a dumpster deeper in the alleyway. She hoped that the bit of cover was worth stopping for - the rest of the alley was long enough she couldn't likely run the distance without leaving herself open for whatever he had for her.

Or maybe that was fine? Aly grit her teeth. She could run for it, enough to get near the edge of the alleyway, and simply take whatever he threw at her. Then if she was laid out or not, she could at least scream for help. '[color=666fff]No chance of that working.[/color]' She didn't have time to waste thinking of useless plans. Knowing what she did, this would be the one time no soul was travelling the street when she called for help.

At the very least she could buy some time. Drawing out a lance, she seized it firmly, and peered out for a brief moment to toss the black, etheral spear right at the boy. Moments after she let it fly, she drew out smaller, thin ones - more akin to knives than lances - and quickly whipped them down the alleyway. Alyona aimed to at least cause the boy to retreat, or find cover, and then use that opening to flee. She could press the advantage if he foolishly took cover behind something, given that her lances passed through physical objects... but getting clear of the scene seemed far more important than 'winning' the fight. Especially since if she bothered to actually enjoy the win by teaching the kid a cutting-edge lesson in pain, she'd definitely get caught up in some kind of trouble with the law. What was the point of winning in such a case?