Lydia has no time to dwell on the bitterness of Jenya's betrayal. Together they could have easily dispatched these creatures. But alone?<br/><br/>Before she can react, the creatures are on top of her, tearing at her, slavering, groping, more interested in slaking their lusts than fighting.<br/><br/>Which is a fatal mistake.<br/><br/>Lydia bites down hard, biting until she tastes blood. The creature howls and rolls off of her, and she free. Ignoring the fact that her breasts are fully exposed to the cheering crowd, Lydia leaps to her feet. With a flick of her delicate wrists, the scabbards skitter across the ground, freeing naked steel. She's practiced for a year for this.<br/><br/>One beast leaps forward. Step. Pivot. Swing. The beast crumbles to the ground, failing to keep its intestines inside its body. Another creature reaches out, and she lops off its arm below the elbow. It howls, clutching the ruined limb.<br/><strong><br/>"C'mon!"</strong>Lydia screams, holding the blades deftly in both hands.<br/><br/>Nearby a girl screams in fear and pleasure. Some<em>thing</em>has leapt out of the chest she opened and has grabbed her around the waist. It rips off her clothing and mercilessly humps her naked body.<br/><br/>The crowd roars, but Lydia pays it no mind. She dances in and out of the pack, blades flashing and slicing. After the third one falls, the pack breaks, darting off in search of less capable prey.<br/><br/>Lydia snatches the tattered remnants of her top from the ground and stuffs it in her back pocket. She hasn't the time for modesty, though the thought of all those eyes looking upon her naked form makes her cheeks burn red. Pushing these thoughts from her mind, she collects the scabbards and returns to the chest she opening. Inside she finds a backpack. She takes it. Later, when she has time, she'll check the contents, but for now, she must attend to more pressing matters.<br/><br/>She takes a quick look around, choosing one of few remaining unopened doors. The Pandora faction is moving from chest to chest, equiping themselves with the choice equipment. They stop long enough to mock the poor girl getting raped by the chest-thing, doing nothing to help her.<br/><br/>A few others still remain, brave souls gathering provisions ahead of the trek. On the far side of the chamber, a girl moans loudly. A shade of some sort has caught her in its cool embrace.<br/><br/>Lydia straps her swords to her hip, checks the straps on her pack, and heads off at a quick trot toward the unopened door. She cups her breasts as she goes to keep them from bouncing in front of the crowd.<br/><br/>