In a flurry of motion, Cirnelle twisted and ducked, her blades spinning as she dodges and deflects attacks from several of the bandits. Finally recovering from the fall, with a flurry of steel and grace, she cut down her attackers with strikes to their legs to disable them, the neck to finish them off. The way she fought was almost as if she was dancing, her attacks and the way she deflected oncoming blows almost poetic. Her deadly form moved in to assist her comrades, throwing dagger after dagger into the exposed flesh of their enemies. "How many of them are there?!"