[ She doesn't charge alone. Once the shooting turns to stabbing, to close combat, Mordred's right there behind her — beside her — fighting like someone possessed. One soldier tries to punch her, and she grabs their fist, bends it back until something breaks. There's no scream, but she hears the snap, kicks away the bomb they drop when she throws them to the ground.
Killing is messy work. But she seems to revel in it, even as she shouts all sorts of profanities. Her knife breaks in another agent's chest, and she twists it as she stands, making sure they stay down. ]
Alright! Take that, you bastards!
[ From the shore comes a coooooeeee!, a soldier's booming voice aimed towards them. "Last call for the boats! Get your arses on board!" ]
Come on! [ She grabs Violet's hand, drags her back towards the shore. She'll push her forcibly onto the boat if she has to — away from the Regency's nullifiers, her strength is dozens of times that of a human. ]
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Killing is messy work. But she seems to revel in it, even as she shouts all sorts of profanities. Her knife breaks in another agent's chest, and she twists it as she stands, making sure they stay down. ]
Alright! Take that, you bastards!
[ From the shore comes a coooooeeee!, a soldier's booming voice aimed towards them. "Last call for the boats! Get your arses on board!" ]
Come on! [ She grabs Violet's hand, drags her back towards the shore. She'll push her forcibly onto the boat if she has to — away from the Regency's nullifiers, her strength is dozens of times that of a human. ]