[centre][color=136119][h2]Pyotr[/h2][/color][/centre]

Actually, the screaming kinda helped Pyotr to focus. She found it easier to think while cursing those cowards from the depths of her soul, slashing back and forth like a woman possessed. Nevertheless, she was way outnumbered... Her options were getting slim. Run away and risk being hounded down, or try to port back into the town? Could she port fast enough, given that she could barely hold the mobs off alone? With that thought came a fresh wave of rage and a new outpouring of curse words, along with the determination to keep it up. Luckily, reinforcements arrived very soon. [color=136119][b]'Great flashy entrance, very nice and thank you and all, but can we just get the fuck outta here?'[/b][/color] She booted another wolf away as if to emphasise the point. The two of them held out pretty well, scoring a dozen kills a piece at least, but it was endless. Naturally, it was that nutter Umichi who came up with a solution, albeit a suicidal one. Pyotr stared in exhausted bemusement as he began to run literal rings around the town, playing Ring-a-Ring-a-fucking-Rosies with the mobs. Now granted, it worked [i]but[/i]... [color=136119][b]'So, uh... Does he have a plan for when he runs outta steam? Just throwing it out there, y'know peer review kinda thing.'[/b][/color]