<strong>Deck 22</strong><br/><br/>The ancient relic attempted to slip between the rockets,  though her body was lithe and her movement graceful the weapons detonated before coming in contact with her, hunks of metal screamed through the air peppering her body with its wicked edge.  She was propelled backwards from the blast her body slamming into a nearby wall.  The machine shook its head,  and once more slipped into a fighting stance igniting one of the blades of her saber staff,  a soft blue glow filled the room.<br/><br/>She couldn’t help but let out a high pitched tinkling laugh even as pain tore through her body.  “Yes…”  She whispered as rivulets of vital fluid flowed from her new wounds.  “You can do better then that!”  She howled with unrestrained fury as she surged forward.  She pushed her way past the other human’s  knocking the doctor out of the way, as she thrust her weapon into the bulk head easily penetrating it,  blindly hoping to make contact with her opponent on the other side.<br/><br/><strong><br/>(melee 1)<br/><br/>(Athletics 3)</strong><br/>