The slim figure cocked her head and fixed her remaining opponents with a steely glare. With their numbers dwindling she has less to fear from behind and so she braced herself, one foot behind the other.<br/><br/>Crimson stained the small, lethal daggers crossed over the woman's chest, and she raised her chin, slightly, in a wordless 'come hither' taunt. The small blades circled outward if one were fool enough to accept her invitation and slashed low, aimed towards the often neglected defense of the man's stomach.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>{Attack 3: metal 2 + dashuo 2 + 3 (5-8) = 7}<br/>{damage:base of 1 + 2 metal + 6 (1-7) = 9}</em></span><br/>