The four bullets slammed into her skin,  it easily tore through her flesh and garments but most of them stopped cold with a metallic thud as they hit her armor.  The damage was minimal, but each of her wounds were dripping with that precious fluid.  She pivoted,  at the waist and laid eyes on her opponent once more.  “Dancing will not save you…  embrace your fate.”<br/><br/>She was once more near her opponent,  a mechanical hand shot upward wrapping around the masked woman’s shoulder.  She pulled her in close,  so her face was almost level with her ample breasts,  but in the same movement she brought her blade forward sinking in directly into the hunter’s belly.  The mechanical device vibrated in place,  turning organs into past.  When she quickly yanked the weapon out, there was a quick fountain of blood that stained her form.<br/><br/><br/>Roll Result: Seraph rolled: 10d10<br/>First Target Number: 8<br/>Comment: Attack<br/>Result: 9, 2, 10, 3, 8, 1, 10, 10, 1, 2,<br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0,<br/>Total: 5<br/><br/>Roll Result: Seraph rolled: 4d10<br/>First Target Number: 8<br/>Comment: Attack<br/>Result: 1, 10, 8, 6,<br/>For: 1, 1, 0, 0,<br/>Total: 2<br/><br/>Roll Result: Seraph rolled: 1d10<br/>First Target Number: 8<br/>Comment: Attack<br/>Result: 9,<br/>For: 1,<br/>Total: 1