[h2]Dlanor A. Knox – The Museum World[/h2]

Dlanor decided there was little else she could have expected. But that didn't bother her, oh no. For a brief moment, a catlike smile flashed across her face before her stoic expression returned. The targets varied in their immediate danger and she did not know their individual combat capabilities. However, the moment the armored man made his attack, he became her prime target. He had used a technique that threatened the widest amount of area, and as such was logically the first target for her to eliminate. The others could be judged as they made their moves. Dlanor stepped forward, one boot placing itself against the floor. The Red Key hummed as she lowered it, and lowered her shoulder. She was briefly aware of the long, crimson blade slicing the tiled floor with a hiss, but that was the least of this museum's worries at this point.

There seemed to be some sort of dispute within Shadow Eternity, but that matter could wait.

A reddish light formed around Dlanor's feet, and suddenly she was lifted from the ground and the air burst around her as she erupted forward. The wind produced by the speeds she was moving at whipped against her face and caught her hair drills, carrying them behind her as she jetted towards her target, aiming to slam her shoulder into the armored man.