Every single fighting art has a 'default option' of some sort, some moves you take when you don't have time to think or plan for what's going on around you. Salla ignored hers. Salla had had her default options for as long as she could remember, and- more important in this situation- always remembered having it. Salla's default option was very simple: When something attacked you, your instant reaction should be overwhelming, instant, and vicious violence. As soon as her senses told her something was dropping at her, she already threw her sword up to stab at it as she hurled herself out of its way, registering the wound with more pleasure than she had the curious smell that had been gathering in her brain- with the rush of rage and fighting adrenaline blasting through her veins, weaker, more prosaic pleasures melted away into the sheer outrage of Having Been Attacked and the pervasive desire to destroy what had dared harm her.<br/><br/>She takes in the enemy's form with a glance, leaping to her feet with teeth bared and lips skinned back in a rictus grin. Big, but it was bleeding. Key to Salla's fighting style was the realizations of "If it bleeds, it can bleed out", "If you keep making even small holes in something, it will bleed out," and "If you can make holes in something while not getting holed, you will win." Much of Salla's fighting was built around these realizations, and so without conscious thought or any consideration for her two possible allies she launches herself at the pale monster with a wordless shriek of challenge. Instead of going in at the thing like a more classically trained duelist would, Salla lets her anger animate her limbs and movements. One strong blow would be too merciful. Her opponents had to know they were beaten, and would pay for their effrontery with pain. Instead, Salla dances around the creation, always in motion, sword blurring out in shallow, long chops at its nose, at its chest, and whatever parts of the tail are unwise enough to rise from the ground to try to trip her up or hit her. She spins around it, slashing in a pattern that would seem wild and uncontrolled were it not being directed by a duelists' mind buttressed by ferocious rage, trying to just<span style="font-style: italic">kill the goddamned monster</span>for its trespasses against her.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/250854">Enraged Attack</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">9</span>