It was times like this that she was glad she always kept her blade at her side. Maybe it was her nature since she practiced combat so often or maybe a habit picked up from her adopted guardian, but she had proven to the townsfolk a couple times that there was at least [i]some[/i] need for it. The first time was about six years ago, and although she hadn't been as practiced as she was these days, it was enough to defend some of the playing children from a couple rapid wolves. A young seventeen year old Ikina selflessly put herself between the unstable hounds and the little ones as she used an ordinary short sword to fight the beasts off. Even back then they were impressed she managed as much. The second time was when a minor goblin unit splint off in an attempt to harvest some of Gible's wears before moving on - Ikina had just made her first steel longsword and had far more practice and a sharper edge. She had only exited the conflict with a few scratches, defeating nearly a third of them by herself before help arrived. Now, would be a third.

This time she grabbed at the hilt of her mythril blade as she stood up with a quickness. She never bothered to ask where Gardad had gotten the rare metal, but he had brought it home one time and taught her how to work it into a blade before perfecting it himself after hours of work. He said it could hold unlimited and powerful enchantments, if only she ever met the mage willing to do as much, but it was still a subtly magic steel that kept it's edge sharp. She heard the screaming and rushed in behind the apparent attackers, only to have a couple of the disfigured oozes turn their attention on her as she brandished her blade at them.

With strange, unintelligible gurgling noises, they began to shuffle towards her only to be greeted with a slash of her sword. Unlike normal steel, hers cut through their ooze like as if it were flesh, but a simple cut would not stop these alien creatures. She spun the opposite way and cut deep into the second one without much of a pause. Something inside her told her that these things weren't likely to flinch because of a little pain and had the determination of a cornered dog, so she needed to press her attack to dispose of them as quickly as possible - she didn't want anyone getting hurt.