Naael rose quickly to meet the other opponents she can see, parrying sharply with her weapon... or trying to, anyway. (Weapon skill of +4, roll of -4, net of zero, so +1 stress point.) She took the blow along her blade awkwardly, jarring her arm from the blow, as she staggered away, still unaware of the guy behind her, trying to deliver a knockout blow. Her awkward staggering and lack of attention saved her from a killing blow, though he managed to grab a hold of her armor, and tear a piece of it loose, exposing her breast. (Athletics skill of +4, fate point for +2, roll of -1. 5 stress damage, taking the minor consequence<em>Exposed</em>to reduce it to 3 stress.)<br/><br/>"How dare you!" she yells, spinning to face the one who ripped her clothing. "You'll pay for that!" With a flourish, she strikes with her blade, aiming for blood. (Weapon skill +4, roll of -1, net of Good (+3).)