<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/rdj7A8O.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mirabelle<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Just Inside<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Deflect with Fist, Cleave with Foot<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>For an instant, Mirabelle panicked.  She had...well, she hadn't really been much for ghost types.  They weren't exactly a fighting type's specialty, after all.<br/><br/>However, she could hear a deep voice echoing in her head,<em><strong>"Mira, letting fear control one's actions is the ultimate weakness."</strong></em><br/><br/>And she could remember screaming back at Jean Claude that day,<em> "I'm not scared!"</em><br/><br/>Fear turned to anger, and she threw her duffel bag at the objects and took a steady stance for a moment.  Even if her movements weren't quite as fast as she might have expected them to be, she had trained for the worst of situations!<br/><br/>String shot strangling one's arms and legs (and being a pain to shower off of her body afterward)!<br/><br/>Burns!<br/><br/>Poison!<br/><br/>Some spooky laughter wasn't going to do her in, and some tables weren't formidable enough to stop her!<br/><br/>She let out a most unladylike roar, lashing out at every object she could get a fist or foot on.  She knew the objects might well break if they hit her, so she gladly put herself in the way to block them.  They weren't going to hurt that kid!  The unknowable lady and the guy would be fine.