Talianna backpedaled, deftly deflecting blows with Hatetongue's keen edge. Limbs flew away and heads bounced across the short grass as she slowly stepped back, towards Bianka and this unknown combatant. Yet another random variable, Dark Mother watch her. She saw dents in Bianka's mail, her gut twisting slightly at the thought of one of those cutting deep enough to kill the girl. The new combatant seemed familiar, powder burns on his cheeks; no doubt he was the one who'd fired that pistol.<br/><br/>"Form up you whoreson-dogs! Either side of me, we can hold these bastards under the End Times!" she yelled, her Corsair's tongue lashing as she gave a casual flick of her blade, severing a Kurgan's leg at the groin and was rewarded with a hot gush of arterial blood.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>