Beatrix counted her shots. Another 10 for each. She had ten left. She put the pistols away and lunged for her sword and picked it up. She got in a stance and saw the girl's eyes were red. She knew this fight got a whole lot tougher. She gripped the hilt and swung on some wooden beams. Beatrix kicked some at her. She felt blood leak from her chest. and side. She pulled a large glass shard from her side.

Yang could tell she would have to reload soon, as her flare-shots loaded into her gauntlets were running out. When Beatrix sent the wooden beams at Yang, she ran forward towards the oncoming beams, fueled by rage. She ignored the fact her body was practically begging for Yang to stop fighting. Right as a beam got within range, Yang quickly rose her fist and punched the beam dead center. A loud but short crack sounded followed by a flash of a flare-shot going off. The beam broke in half, falling to the ground. Yang continued to run at Beatrix past the beam, firing multiple flare shots at her as she ran. Each step she took felt like someone was driving a spike into her foot and side and the only thing keeping her from collapsing right then and there was her rage.

Beatrix Charged the shot hititng her. Blood fell from her body but she wasnt going to lose. Adrenalin keeping her charging. SHe held her blade straight as she charged at Yang. If Beatrix was going to die she was taking this girl with her. Blood covered her jump suit. Beatrix body looked like she was shot a hundred times. She continued running at Yang blade piointed forward.