[h2][color=00aeef][b]Marrie Knight[/b][/color][/h2]
Well, it didn't work the way she hoped, but it might be just as good. The rod didn't do any damage, but by bouncing just over the worker's head it was able to land just behind them. The real problem was trying to keep Sofron between herself and the fallen rod while also attempting to attack him. The seconds seemed to crawl by as she counted them, but even when the draining ash filled the hallway and her skin felt like it would melt off, she kept counting. [color=00aeef][i]Four...[/i][/color]

That's when Sofron threw their shared shield aside and reached for her like his life depended on it. Maybe it did, since Marrie had just enough time to register what his Melody looked like before -

*Pop*

With the two doing a dance around the worker like they had, Marrie found herself now about five feet behind Sofron and to his right. [color=00aeef][i]Shit, that's lucky...[/i][/color] Rather than press the advantage by running up to him, she decided that the Melody he was casting was [i]not[/i] worth risking, so she picked up the rod, cut the nearest worker and ran backwards. [Devour Chance] Her backtracking retreat back towards the door frame and Binky was rushed, but she was careful not to trip. As much as she wanted to purify herself again, she decided to take control of the fight's pace instead. In a single quick and practiced movement she put the rod away again and pulled out her pistol.

She cast a Melody on the bullet, then waited for the end of Sofron's explosive Melody.

{Pseudo Projectile: Bronze - Restrain - Mana Burn}

Just as Sofron turned to face her, she'd fire, aiming right between his clavicles. The Mana Burn on top of his use of heavy Melodies made her hope that he'd be out soon. She'd not been able to practice how Restrain would work on a living target, but if it was anything like the dummies she'd used it on, then Sofron should end up with his sternum attached to the wall on his left, her right. Or the other, if that one was destroyed by his attack just now.

Having fired, she returned the weapon to its sleeping place within her Style.

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19 | Female | Freelancer | Misty Steps
Apotheotic Predator, Fenrir | Dagger | Physical | Heavenly Chained Eater of God's Hand
Arctic Storm | Masking 
Jupiter's Footfalls | Wind | Anticyclonic Storm
After You Get Smacked Up | [color=00aeef]"Mythril"[/color] Bullets
{Intangible (4), Mana Burn (6), Restrain (4)} [Storm (4), Flight (6)] Damage X (6), Blink (4), Transplace (8), Shield (4), Reflect (4), Magic Sense (4), Heal (6), Stabilize (0), Purify (6), Dispel (6), Portal (4), Delay (0), Scatter (2), Quicken (0), Homing (2)

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: C | 214

[Devour] +50
{Gun: Bronze Projectile - Restrain - Mana Burn} -120

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: B | 144

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