Although her knives seemed small, comparative to the other weapons flung about, Natalia's eight-inch blades served her well. Any mutant that neared her was gutted and slain; her hands and weapons were splattered with blood from the battle and her hair was slowly becoming undone from its braid with every whip of movement. She plunged a knife into the belly of a creature, yanking upwards to tear it open and hearing it screech as she simply turned and faced another. She didn't bother to watch each one die. Her opposite knife was jammed into a mutant's throat, and as she held him there she violently and precisely stabbed its heart before kicking him away and wrenching both blades out. She didn't notice the axe flying for her head until it was already singing through the air.<br/><br/>She only saw it as a blur in the corner of her eye, and she had a split second moment where she believed that her life was about to be ended in one fell swoop. But the axe found its mark in another victim---a mutant she hadn't seen behind her. The elf let out a breath as she turned to face the battle-hungry dwarf running to grab his axe. As he drew near, she narrowed her eyes, watching as he wrenched his weapon from the face of the creature. "Right because that's what I'm doing right now. Braiding hair," she growled back sardonically, clearly annoyed by his comment. And if that hadn't offended her enough, he insulted her weapons, too. If he hadn't just ultimately saved her life, she'd have half a mind to gut him like one of these mutants. He wouldn't be the first Dawi she'd killed.<br/><br/>She would not stand to let him believe that elven weapons were as bad as human weapons. She was determined to show him otherwise---and even if he didn't pay her any mind or care to change his own, she was just about tired of these creatures. Natalia sheathed both her knives and reached up to grab the hilt of her sword over her shoulder, yanking it gracefully from it's place on her back. As she touched it, a faint purple hue began to dance around the pommel and blade. The elf need only to inhale before swinging her greatsword in a low swoop, taking out the stance of a mutant before she brought her blade around and plunged it into its chest, pinning it to the ground and tearing it out with a near feral snarl. She swung again, both hands gripping that intricate pommel as it sliced through the neck of another, beheading the ugly thing before it could even scream.<br/><br/>It wasn't until that moment that she noticed a third female standing nearby, who was insisting they cut their way out. The blonde glanced around, noting that there seemed to be significantly more mutants dead than there were standing, although there were also many civilians strewn about the streets and it was not a pretty sight. Surely they could finish off what creatures still stood? She didn't know this woman, but clearly she was willing to fight and she was willing to reach out a hand. "Survivors are meeting in the Salty Sow Inn," she replied. It was her way of claiming that she was going to stay in battle, but that the woman's efforts would not go unheeded if they met again.<br/><br/>Magic thrummed through her sword as another mutant staggered towards her, giving a screech and raising it's tentacle arm to cleave her with a hatchet. With both hands she swung, meeting his offense and steering his weapon away so she could properly maneuver her weapon to plunge into its belly. She tore it to the right, ripping open its side and taking a moment to catch her breath as she scanned the town square once more. Gilliam and the two initial females were out of sight, and Natalia struggled to locate any other fighters besides that of the raging Dawi and the raven-haired female that'd approached her insisting they escape with their lives. Could this really be all who stuck behind when everyone else had fled? She blew a rebellious strand of blonde hair from her eyes, keeping her sword in a defensive position in case any mutants tried coming at her. The sounds of screams and guttural cries were gradually lessening, but the elf couldn't help but wonder if there were more coming.