As the mutants surged over the bridge, Viola spared a quick kiss for the obsidian amulet at her wrist, not willing to bypass any sources of good luck. She bent her legs slightly at the knees, digging her toes in but ready to move if need be. Mutants were new and bizarre, but after years of fighting people and beasts, she felt anything that bled could be killed. Same as always. A mutant charged directly at her, raising it's hatchet high, fangs bared. Viola replied in kind, practically snarling as she pushed forward. Her arms, shoulders, torso, hips, legs, feet-all moved tin a practiced motion.<br/><br/><i>Thrust. Twist. Tear.<br/>
</i><br/>"is that all, scum?" Viola taunted, baring her teeth as she ripped the head of the spear out of the monster's torso, it's blood painting the air in a fine arc. Then again, stabbing into where she estimated it's heart would be with a loud grunt. Kicking the corpse off of the end of her weapon, she quickly backed away as the horde spilled into the plaza. Screams and yells filled her ears, accompanied by the familiar sound of tearing flesh. Quickly glancing back, she saw the assailants fall upon the citizenry as they tried to escape. Standing and fighting through was the better choice, it seemed. The other defenders she had seen earlier were now lost in the frenzy of blood. 'No time to feel sorrow, better them than you. Just survive.'<br/><br/>Another mutant took a swing at Viola, only to be pushed back with another thrust, but not slain. A second one swung, roaring, it's blade barely glacing off the edge of her helm. She grimaced, her left hand going to her hip and drawing her shortsword. Viola's hand moved quickly, drawing the blade and slashing upwards out of the sheath, tearing through her opponent's arm, muscle fibers parting to reveal bone. And yet another mutant lashed out with a tendril, catching her across the chest and forcing her to fall back a few steps. Viola stabbed out again, her spear dripping blood. It found a target, but the blow wasn't enough to stop it. It's axe raised high, the mutant swung downwards, too fast for her to parry, but perhaps...Viola let go of her spear, falling back and escaping death. The mutant seemed amused, grabbing her veteran weapon out of it's body and rushing her with it. In a practiced maneuver, Viola stepped to the side and swung with a two-handed blow, roaring loudly. The mutant stumbled and fell, dropping the spear. She leapt for her weapon, only to get caught by another blow from yet another opponent, and sent flying onto her back. Scrambling, she jumped to her feet, ducking and weaving, trying to find any way out.<br/><br/>The horde was too much. One or two wouldn't have been a problem, but Viola found herself having to maneuver away from her intended escape route-and even further away from her trusted spear. Armed with only a shortsword, she focused on not taking too many hits, already feeling bruises on her ribs. Once again, she snarled as she swung, less to intimidate her enemies and more to keep herself focused. Somehow, she found herself next to some armored blonde elf and a dark-haired human. Viola barely managed to stay out of the elf's way as she cut through the ranks of mutants.<br/><br/>'Khorne would be proud.' Viola thought as the elf tore with her knives. Out loud, however, "Untergard is lost. We need to cut our way to an escape route now-before we're all overrun!" She wasn't sure they'd even listen to her, but Viola was quickly becoming less and less inclined to stand here-and they'd be more likely to live together, rather than alone.