So it wasn't a clash with the leader of the enemy forces. Indeed, while she might have survived the airship crash, the explosives around her would likely at least give her a few moments of pause.
Instead, they'd be cutting their way out.
Robin wasn't entirely certain how to feel, but at the same time---
A hero helped people. A hero did what they could to ensure their allies escaped alive. And right now, the best course of action was to cut a path through the enemy as they rallied around their commander.
So, Robin would do everything she could to make that outcome become the truth.
"I won't let you down---!"
She was already moving.
A bullet shot past her, nearly striking her in the head. She could feel it whipping by, but she didn't stop.
She met the solider who fired and drove the tip of her sword through her through, twisting in the very same motion to shove his body to the side as quickly as possible and keep moving.
Her heart hammered.
She'd seen people die who shouldn't have died.
A hero would have to make sure that didn't happen any more.
"Damn it, I'll-"
She cut him off with a thrust of her blade. Swiftness. Efficiency. The speed and finesse to end her enemies before their allies could target her.
Bullets cleaved the space she once occupied. One pinged off of her sword as she flicked its blade through the air, deflecting it.
She'd move faster, then.
She didn't want to have to sacrifice a single movement that could stall their goal. That meant not even deflecting bullets could be permitted, because when she moved to deflect it took just that much more time for her to be ready to attack once again.
Robin caught her next target as he drew his sword, dodging beneath a hasty swing and burying her blade to the hilt in his armpit, in a gap between the plating.
Just as swiftly, it left him with a spurt of red, and she was moving once more.
Instead, they'd be cutting their way out.
Robin wasn't entirely certain how to feel, but at the same time---
A hero helped people. A hero did what they could to ensure their allies escaped alive. And right now, the best course of action was to cut a path through the enemy as they rallied around their commander.
So, Robin would do everything she could to make that outcome become the truth.
"I won't let you down---!"
She was already moving.
A bullet shot past her, nearly striking her in the head. She could feel it whipping by, but she didn't stop.
She met the solider who fired and drove the tip of her sword through her through, twisting in the very same motion to shove his body to the side as quickly as possible and keep moving.
Her heart hammered.
She'd seen people die who shouldn't have died.
A hero would have to make sure that didn't happen any more.
"Damn it, I'll-"
She cut him off with a thrust of her blade. Swiftness. Efficiency. The speed and finesse to end her enemies before their allies could target her.
Bullets cleaved the space she once occupied. One pinged off of her sword as she flicked its blade through the air, deflecting it.
She'd move faster, then.
She didn't want to have to sacrifice a single movement that could stall their goal. That meant not even deflecting bullets could be permitted, because when she moved to deflect it took just that much more time for her to be ready to attack once again.
Robin caught her next target as he drew his sword, dodging beneath a hasty swing and burying her blade to the hilt in his armpit, in a gap between the plating.
Just as swiftly, it left him with a spurt of red, and she was moving once more.