Of course, the moment she'd offered the girls her knives, the redhead took to pointing out the large sword on her back. She insisted that they'd be able to do no damage with mere knives, and the bounty hunter couldn't help but raise a brow. She was highly underestimating the power of a good knife---though of course, the knife had to be wielded by the right person, otherwise it truly would be useless. Natalia herself was skilled enough in melee combat that knives would do her well, but she held her tongue. If the human did not want her weapons, she wouldn't persist. After a short goodbye, the redhead gave a wave and dove into the traffic of fleeing people.<br/><br/>The blonde held out a blade in question to the other girl, briefly observing the dark tresses that tumbled around her pretty face and shoulders. Whether she accepted the weapon or not was no bother to the elf. Pandemonium was starting to wrack the streets; they were running short on time to make a move, and Natalia's emerald eyes scanned the town square rapidly, trying to locate the best vantage points---and to see if any other civilians were working to help. She noticed one female, crouched before a mother and a crying child and saying something that Natalia couldn't quite make out over the growing screams.<br/><br/>She noticed a wizard, too, inaudibly chanting the words to a spell that, when she followed his gaze, turned the mutant's weapon soft and useless. It wouldn't last long, she knew, but it was giving that civilian a chance to run. There were more people lingering around to help than she'd expected, and she was just turning her head to speak to the human beside her again when a third figure caught her eye, up on the roofs. The sight of Gilliam here, in Untergard, was enough to make the bounty hunter lose track of thought. She had half a mind to call out for him, and for a moment, she could've sworn that the two locked eyes, even from the distance that they were at. But more pressing matters stole her focus, and all too soon, she could no longer ignore the impeding horde of mutants.<br/><br/>The bounty hunter's first instinct was to lunge for the mutant that towered over the frozen civilian---the one the wizard had been shouting at to run. The boy was too shaken to take this chance to flee, and Natalia was not about to let the wizard's efforts go unheeded. Because the mutant's weapon was rendered useless, she was able to get close enough that she sliced her blade through the creature's throat, kicking it back with her foot so that it would hit the ground and bleed out somewhere else. Quickly she turned, bending to grab the boy by his shoulders and hauling him to his feet. "Go!" she ordered, shoving him forwards and practically kicking him into gear. She met the wizard's eyes and, amongst the chaos, gave him a subtle nod.<br/><br/>An unnatural growl from behind her caused the blonde to whirl around and slice her knife through another mutant, this time catching their chest and narrowly avoiding the hatchet they had been swinging in her direction. For good measure, she jammed her blade into its heart as well before kicking it back to wrench the creature off her knife with a grunt. There were so many of them, the sounds of screams and cries for help unable to be ignored by her sensitive elven ears. If the horde grew to be too much, she believed she may have to resort to the Fatale---or even to another form. Her lion form was likely able to tear through this sort of crowd, though with so many civilians still nearby, she didn't want to take the risk just yet. So instead the bounty hunter stuck to her blades, taking on any mutant that neared her or got in sight. She moved aggressively, albeit gracefully, practically dancing around the creatures in a deadly attempt to turn them all into bloody ribbons.