<div style="text-indent:1em;">Farril was gearing up to charge the two me down when they ran into the giant bull man.  It looked like it was ripped out of a game one of her exes had in played.  He called them something with a ‘t’, tayrose or something.  Whatever it was called, it was really strong, and now there was no one left to fight.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Farril had just started to put away her fists when the sword chick ran up to her.  Farril blinked at her for a second before letting out a little giggle.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">“Oh yeah, that.  It’s just something I made up myself.  I actually made it for fighting guys with weapons!  Though usually I’m better equipped.”  She said, looking down at her sweaty gym clothes.  As the adrenaline started to wear off her legs became really weak.  Farril had an idea.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">“Actually, could you do me a favor.  I might have over exerted my legs today, cause they’re currently doing a putty impression.  Could you help prop me up till we get to these guy's house?”  Almost as if on cue, her legs started to fumble beneath her.  She cursed under her breath has her right knee staged a revolution, sending her toppling to her side.</div>