[She moves forward, stepping around Ash, as her hands coming alive with motion. The nearest cultist, a dark-skinned woman with a pike, catches the first blow squarely on the chin. Thunder and lightning explode from Saori's hand and send the enemy crashing through air to land in a heap.
The second diverts his attention from the injured boy to face the more obvious threat. His sword cuts in an arc at her, and in a display of inhuman dexterity Saori catches it between her hands. Electricity snaps and buzzes down the metal blade, the smell of ozone filling the air.]
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The second diverts his attention from the injured boy to face the more obvious threat. His sword cuts in an arc at her, and in a display of inhuman dexterity Saori catches it between her hands. Electricity snaps and buzzes down the metal blade, the smell of ozone filling the air.]
Stay down, boy! This won't take much longer.