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The clash of blades sent shivers through Angora's arms, and the shock of obsidite on sartal rang in Angora's ears - she growled in pain as the shock coursed through her very bones and the ringing in her ears echoed through her head. She'd underestimated how quickly this male was able to recover from the stunning effect, and she'd definitely underestimated his strength and skill at arms. The counter-push on her blade also caught her off-guard, though Angora was able to counter-balance herself in time to avoid being pushed back completely. Angora's aura flared upon the impact of sword upon sword, the outsider within Angora now fearful for its host's life in the face of this counter-attack. Nevertheless, Angora knew she still had the upper hand - at least for now. Angora pushed back against the male, driving forwards fuelled by adrenaline and mindless fury, before attempting to slide her sword off of his and charge with her shoulder at full power against his chest. Hopefully, that would force the combat into close-quarters, where Angora's savagery would benefit her more with her fists and teeth than with her sword. If it didn't, she was definitely about to lose the initiative, despite her promising opening attack on the male. She wouldn't get another chance to attack him like that again, especially if he was controlling the pace of the fight. Then, there were his comrades to deal with - Angora briefly wondered what the others were doing in a moment of lucidity in her rage, but it was quickly lost in a torrent of adrenaline and raw animalistic passion for blood. Should the painted woman, or the green-skinned man, or even the white-skinned woman intervene and attempt to wrestle her away from her opponent, Angora could be in trouble. She just had to hope that the white-skinned woman's word of power was still taking its effect on them, or that her aura was making logical thinking hard to accomplish.

After all, she was outnumbered some 4 or 5-to-1. Some dim part of her mind screamed at her that this was a mistake, that these people might not have even been enemies, and that she was going to lose, no matter what she did. But it was to no avail. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. This was turning into one of those times where the going was getting tough. Was Angora tough enough to get going?