<strong><span class="bbc_u">~Kamaria~</span></strong><br/><br/>The blade was knocked away as from the shadows came the silhouette upon which she'd made eye contact with. She had drawn her sword, the hook catching his, and jerking it from his grip as if her mind had done it. From there, the intensity quickened. She heard a sound, but ignored it. Her lips tugged into a grin as others came to feast their eyes upon the sight, as the man drew a second, thinner blade, and stabbed it into the air. Her body shifted aside and it pierced her cloak, ripping it from her form. He swung back, the cloak still hanging on his sword as she dipped down to avoid it. Kamaria grabbed the cloak and pulled it down to the sword's hilt and then turned, twisting around the man and wrapping the cloak halfway around him. With a powerful jerk, she staggered his stance as he spun towards her. Trying to get his footing back was the perfect weakness as she came forward, twisting hard on her left heel and sending her right foot crashing against his jaw. The man went flying to the side, his face hitting the wall, but he was not a weakling by any measure. He drew his blade up and raced for her, and the clash of steel began.<br/><br/>Kamaria turned her eyes for a millisecond to the blacksmith, where she smirked playfully.<br/><br/>"It's doing well." She called to him, twisting the thing to meet the assassin's every motion. But one move slipped by, the blade coming upward vertically and cutting a few of the lower laces on her deep green corset, causing the bottom to part over her navel just a bit. She scoffed, feeling a tiny cut form there where her blood just barely made a debut on the surface. She returned to the man, shoving her sword forward and slicing square through his clothes and cutting a big enough gap in them that the left side just bagged off and availed his chest and shoulder. A cut formed there too.<br/><br/>"Touche." She called to the man, as he brought his hand forward, attempting to punch. She caught the top of his wrist with the hook and he winced, jerking his arm away from her as crimson blood fell to the floor. It was quite dark, and they were fighting by the light of candle and the moon.<br/><br/>Time was running thin for her, and she wanted to know what was going on. The assassin struck her again with his blade, this time placing a tiny scratch on her shoulder before she took his vulnerable position to lunge the blade deep into his abdomen, twisting it once to the left, then to the right, like a key in a lock. He froze, and she ripped the blade out, a red mist following it as the blood poured down the wound and the body hit the floor. Kamaria knelt, wiped the blade against his shirt; her signature being that long, straight stain of red diagonally on the cloth. She returned to standing position and faced the others.<br/><br/>Her expression grew rather solemn for a moment as she held the blade at her side.<br/><br/>"So, you have quite the house parties. And I thought I was the only one being chased by ghouls in this cute little town."