In the first few minutes of the skirmish, her whites had been drenched red. As she fought, her grin stretched wide. She finally felt free, and neither closed train nor the horrendous amount of sound within it could spoil that.<br/>One human, using the chaotic aftermath of the grenade, fired off a round, hitting her in the back as she was carving up his fellow. The bullets, from a much higher caliber, and with hollow points no less, were much stronger than what she'd been hit with before, but not by much.<br/>They bit into her skin, sinking deeper until they hit her shoulder blades.<br/>Ebio hissed, and turned on him. The human shot wildly, again, and paled when the bullets next merely dented her skin, and then bounced off, hollowed points crushed, as if shot into rock.<br/>She ended him and continued fighting. When it became to crowded to use her art with her weapons she resorted to her strength, hacking off limbs and burying her blades into flesh.<br/>She scanned for her soldiers, and noted that a good number seed to be momentarily absent.<br/>"Orders? Push forward, keep close to me, and don't trust anything."<br/>She chuckled as more gunfire spewed out from the human side, they'd need better guns. She pressed forward, almost recklessly, wincing as some of the bullets skinned her, but they got no further than the muscle. Her left arm was starting to flag, a result of her shoulder wound.<br/>Ebio slammer her hilt into one hams face, cracking the skull, and fought on, slowly making her way to the next door.