With her blade held high into the air, the woman brought it down and hard against one of the attacking husks, the metal ripping through its shoulder and down into its torso. Her strength pulled it back in the returning motion, clean and quick as she brought it to her left and switched its direction with her wrist, the sword now coming up and into another shackling corpse that had gathered beside her. Her shift of her weight was trained and precise, as if she had been using this particular weapon for a long time and well into mastery. Upon hearing another approach from behind her, the blade was brought down and under her right, her feet moving back and thrusting it directly into the abdomen of a slightly more armored attacker behind; his groaning screams calling out into the sky before he too fell to his knees and collapsed into a hunk on the ground.<br/><br/>Her movements were not without a price, and she paused at the brief release of assault as she held her blade ready against the earth. Her left hand moved to her side, pulling free a dagger that she may cut against the neck of a mace-wielding former cleric whom had chosen to chance her second of recovery, gnashing it against his throat and ripping forth black blood onto the grass below.<br/><br/>Despite the carnage, her expression was distressed and almost saddened from every moment she brought the metal against her foes, contorted into a mix of pity and pain. A smear of blood now painted her left cheek, her breaths heavy with effort before her gaze was brought up at narrowed ahead, her previous crowd collapsed about her and leaving only one standing in the distance.<br/><br/>A lightly-plated Knight stood there, still and dark as he held a long sword at his side. He remained motionless for a long time among the grasses and shrubs, foggy breathing being revealed from his helm before his body hunched into a full sprint, his blade brought out to the side and ready to chop into her stomach.<br/><br/>Hers and his sword met violently, sparks and metallic clanging bursting out into the woods as he pulled back and continued his crazed and at the same time skilled throws at her, pushing her steps back with every hit as her sword moved about to catch each blow. Her teeth gritted against each other, desperately waiting for a single seize of his fury that she may take a swipe at him. The Knight must have been an elite at one point of his life, for he was meticulous and calculated even in his hollowed state of madness.<br/><br/>Even he was not without break however, and the Navy haired woman took this as a chance to quickly slash at side, indeed ripping through his armor to draw a bit of blood.<br/><br/>He let out a heavy grunt, staggering back only to throw a backhand at her face, slapping her clean across the face with a power she could not prepare herself for, and thus pushing her back into a shocked stagger. Despite his wound, he then shot into a leap; The blade brought forward and slashing from the right and into the side of her body. She let out a painful cry, leaning back a moment and on her own sword as her foe stepped back and began to laugh out in glee, his weapon now stained red.<br/><br/>With a regretful and pained swing, she brought the last bits of her saved energy up and against her enemy, and his moment of gloating bliss was given a hearty reply of her sword cutting up and vertically against his armor, catching against the bit of exposed neck and ripping into his throat.<br/><br/>His cackling gargled with liquid, gasping out before he froze in motion. The woman tripped off to her side, leaning onto her sword in weakness as she glanced back in horror, awaiting him to come after her once more and dig his blade into her back and straight through her.<br/><br/>He did not, however; He fell to his knees, the blow fatal and sealing his fate before the rest of his body met the grassy, soft ground. She was overcome with relief, her closest friend in the world now supporting her weight as the red and black blade glimmered in the dying sunlight, and she found herself supposedly alone once more in the thick of the woods - This time wounded and bleeding.