Amelia's shout and Wolfwood's reply were enough to remind the pirate that she couldn't wait. She'd have to fight her way through, no matter what. What remained frightening to her is that she'd never learned swordplay without the intent to kill behind her blade. A duel was, in her time, to the death. A pirate fought their enemies without mercy, for no enemy of one would return it in kind.
She lunged into the crowd, using the cutlass and jian in her hands to parry the attacks launched at her and return them with swift--but only wounding--blows. A thrust in the shoulder, and a kick to retrieve the weapon back out of it. A slash above the knee. The hilt as a knuckle guard, and a man was blown down.
Pivot, elbow to the chest. A clang of steel. Parry. A slice, but the woman jumped away. With a second of time, a glass grabbed off the counter top was thrown at the woman's head. The pirate didn't see it strike, but quickly whipped in the chaos for the next assailant. She was fortunate. For this moment, she was free.
Her boots pounded the floor as she sprinted for the kitchen. Her cutlass sheathed, the kitchen door was pushed open with all haste and a cry.
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She lunged into the crowd, using the cutlass and jian in her hands to parry the attacks launched at her and return them with swift--but only wounding--blows. A thrust in the shoulder, and a kick to retrieve the weapon back out of it. A slash above the knee. The hilt as a knuckle guard, and a man was blown down.
Pivot, elbow to the chest. A clang of steel. Parry. A slice, but the woman jumped away. With a second of time, a glass grabbed off the counter top was thrown at the woman's head. The pirate didn't see it strike, but quickly whipped in the chaos for the next assailant. She was fortunate. For this moment, she was free.
Her boots pounded the floor as she sprinted for the kitchen. Her cutlass sheathed, the kitchen door was pushed open with all haste and a cry.
"ARCHIE!"