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AngelFish
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Mara was more than surprised when Dante stepped in front of her, and she was a little irritated that now she'd have to thank him again. She held her breath as he roared and swung to attack the man weilding two swords. His attack didn't connect, and as the two battled with stregnth others began to rush around behind him. She darted out to meet them, slashing at arms, legs, and hands wherever she could. Dante had defended her twice now, she couldn't allow him to be stabbed in the back.
These men weren't backing off when she injured them, she was starting to fear that she'd have to kill them or they'd kill her. That became more aparant when a particularly angry man charged her with a shout, sword raised. She ducked under his swinging arm and thrust her blade up into his chest. He gurgled, his face twisting, before falling limp. She jerked her blade away and straghtened, trying not to think about it. If she thought about it she'd get sick.
These men weren't backing off when she injured them, she was starting to fear that she'd have to kill them or they'd kill her. That became more aparant when a particularly angry man charged her with a shout, sword raised. She ducked under his swinging arm and thrust her blade up into his chest. He gurgled, his face twisting, before falling limp. She jerked her blade away and straghtened, trying not to think about it. If she thought about it she'd get sick.