The arrow that hit her in the chest hit hard, and penetrated, lodging its tip into her collarbone, causing her to curse and pull the arrow out, ignoring the pain of the barbed tip cutting into muscle and skin. Turning away from the downed swordsmen, she faced the three commanders that had been working the ballista earlier, and, dropping into a crouch she brandished her sword, smiling slightly.<br/><br/>Behind her, she heard the 'Chuk-Thock' of the crossbow in operation, followed by a scream, as one of the two remaining archers took a bolt high in the chest. The three commanders spread out as best they could, each one pulling a hand and a half sword, and began to try to encircle her, the large blades holding the advantage until she inhaled, then spat, the glob of sputum mixed with chlorine gas turning into a strong acid that sizzled into the armour of the lead commander, causing him to fall back, frantically scrabbling at his armour's buckles and straps to try to rip the damaged plastron off before the acid got to the flesh underneath the metal.<br/><br/>Smiling, she looked at the other two, waiting for them to attack as a second scream echoed, the archer that had yelled having slipped on a pool of liquid, and careened out of the window he had been firing from, landing, with a dull 'crunch' headfirst, on the courtyard's flagstones.<br/><br/>She just smiled, then moved forwards, testing her skill against the two commanders.