<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/ad66562d74898918cf33467bf6c43c97/tumblr_nbkqkp3T3B1tztn6eo1_1280.jpg)</div>Ayano had been getting ready for her lunch-break when her attention was brought over to the entrance-doors. She could see clear marks that someone had been jumping straight into the glass, especially going by the person standing outside her store getting ready for the second attempt. She stood up, staggered, as the man jumped through the glass, large bits of it ending up in his skin. "S-Sir... Are you alright?" There wasn't really any reason to ask, she had seen quite a lot, but what was before her eyes took the cake and everything that came along with it. She almost fell over her chair as she stepped backwards when the man started approaching her, but she managed to make her way around it, approaching the back of the store. However, when she reached it, she remembered that she had locked it, because there were some valuables in there that she didn't want to expose, and the keys were under the counter where she had been, which was getting progressively harder to reach, and it didn't get any better when a second person entered the store through the passage created by the first.<br/><br/>Neither of them looked like they were feeling very well, to put it lightly. Bloodied eyes, a severe ignorance to the pain that crushing the glass would lead, and the lack of vocabulary. Was it an extreme case of the pandemic going around? Regardless, she was mostly well again at this point, so it couldn't be affecting everyone. It was tempting to just leave the store, but she doubted that it would be any better outside. Instead, she did the only thing any semi-same person would do - She reached out for a weapon she had never operated before and pulled off the sheet off the long, curved blade. It was too long for her by a couple inches, she had a rough idea by how long a katana should be for a person, and she knew the blade was a tad too long for her to use, but then again, she wasn't really intending to cut anyone up either. She knew how to hold the weapon at least. Right hand as close to the blade as possible, while the left hand as far as possible while still retaining a proper grip. She had just ended up throwing the scabbard  aside. She had the blade-tip pointing towards the two entities as she slowly moved herself towards the desk, going for her keys. However, the person was too quick, he would reach her before she would have her keys...<br/><br/>"It- It's alright... It's in self defense... Completely legal, and necessary..." She mumbled to herself, trying to convince herself, preparing herself mentally for what she was about to do. As little as she wanted to, she would have to cut at him. She wasn't going for his life, she was hoping to just take an arm at max, preferably just a finger or two, though she guessed that would be pretty hard. She shifted her grip on the blade, the tip of the sharp edge only resting half an inch over the floor, ready to slice up towards the person in front of her. She was sure she had seen him before somewhere, it was a horrible thought. She couldn't remember talking to the man before, but she did recognize some of his features, despite the rather... Messed up physique.<br/><br/>And then, she cut. Pulling with her left hand, making the blade pull in a rounded curve towards the person's waist, hoping to just hit his arm. Only a few inches would go through him, like it should. It was always the tip of the blade that was to be used, not the central or lower blade. It was the tip that held the most force, and she didn't want to see fingers half-cut, if she was going for it, she would go in for it to get them all the way off, she wasn't ready to see them hanging halfway on.<br/><br/>She didn't get the reaction she had hoped for sadly. The blade cut too easily through the fingers which she had managed to hit like she had intended. She ended up cutting all the way in to his spine before even realizing, stopping the blade, pulling it back quickly, with a very disappointing result. It both made her feel sick and it didn't stop the person it seemed like. If anything, it probably angered it further. She considered slashing again, but instead dropped the blade, leaped out for the keys, before quickly running back to the door leading to the back-room and her apartment, fumbling around with the keys while trying to keep an eye on the two<em>things</em>at the same time. She managed to open the door after a bit of struggling, and quickly pushed open the door, before slamming it back to its closed position, locking it with both the door-lock and the door-chain, before taking a few steps back from it, breathing heavily. "Oh god... What do I do... 911!" She pulled out her phone and quickly dialed the emergency number.<br/><br/>"We are currently experiencing large traffic and can not-" Ayano hung up, sighing, ending up leant back towards the back wall, looking at the door, just waiting for it to be broken down really. She was desperately hoping it wouldn't happen, but it was an old door, there was no way it would hold, and there wasn't really anything in the back room that would help her too much either. There was the antique blade that had arrived a few days ago, straight from a shrine in Japan, but she didn't want to use it, it was worth several thousand dollars! Finest quality blade, a tad old but still very capable however, and she doubted that she would be able to sell the sword dead. She ended up picking it up at least, attaching the scabbard to the belt of the cheap knockoff kimono she was wearing, before pulling out the 29" blade in all it's glory. Far more fit for her height and physique, she would at least manage to use this, unlike the massive blade from earlier.