She fought viciously, ignoring her arm as the pain ebbed and turned into leaden weight, curled tightly to her stomach. No pain, no problem, right?<br/>She didn't have time to nurse her wounds, she could sense their accomplishment, and was storming ever forwards, remaining arm slashing through obstacles and her feet carrying her over to the next carriage.<br/>She burst open the next entrance, and ducked out of the doorway to avoid a hail of bullets.<br/>She glanced back at Durjaya and grinned, glancing through the door to spy on the humans within.<br/>Kelly, unarmed, at the mercy of what was unmistakeably the leader.<br/>Or, at least, a very powerful unit within this army.<br/>Ebio was almost delighted at the sight of another blade, though it was granted that this weapon, like the bullet that had shattered her arm, was packing more of a punch than at first perceived. The original Homefront, her beginning, hadn't had a fraction of the technology, she'd started to suspect warfare  was<span style="font-style: italic">dull.</span><br/>She leaped forward, blade held ready as she moved to cover Kelly.<br/>The blood that had poured from her ruined arm had slowed to a trickle and stopped. She didn't feel dizzy, but there was enough adrenaline pumping through her veins to give a lesser a heart attack.<br/>Ebio glanced at the human's blade and grinned, lifting her own scimitar.