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Angora tensed as she felt the magical shockwave pass through her body as the white-skinned one yelled some word of power at her. Angora didn't understand what the woman had said, but it seemed that the rest of her travelling companions had - the two blue-lipped ones had stopped whatever they were doing and looked at her blankly - the blue-lipped painted woman had even dropped her crossbows (which Angora hadn't noticed were loaded), and the male's stance was that of confusion and unreadiness. Angora, by some sheer luck, now had the upper hand - the only immediate threats to her were the charging male warrior, who had also stopped, and the large beast in the background. Angora knew she had to act quickly - whatever had stunned her adversaries would wear off soon. Crouching and shifting her weight onto the balls of her feet, Angora hissed at the male warrior. He would be first to die, first to slake her thirst for blood.

Angora darted forward and brought the Black Blade downward in a great stroke, using all of her strength to hopefully smash through whatever defence the male was able to put up in response and cleave into his body. If anything, it would give her the upper hand, and would render the assistance of the blue-lipped painted female useless - who would dare fire into such a melee?