Ebio charged towards her weapons, cursing herself for forgetting the rules of warfare.<span style="font-style: italic">Never do anything, or go anywhere unarmed.</span><br/>She snatched the scimitars and turned to run towards the enemies. She glanced at Kelly as she passed the girl, noting that she was still alive...for now.<br/>The demon raced towards the men on the loud bikes, her braids whipping behind her, lips pulled up into a feral snarl, eyes flashing in the moonlight.<br/>She drew her first weapon, grinning when she gained on the motorcyclists. "Alis volat propriis."<br/>She jumped and made a stab at the driver of the motorcycle, drawing her second weapon to slash at the other, the armed one.<br/>She did not fear bullets as much as she used to, being the weapons of children, requiring almost no training, and perhaps this was unwise. Perhaps not.