Quitxi, not expecting the shotgun blast so close, curses as her ears ring... she loathes firearms... they interfere with her senses, and  they kill bystanders or their wielder half as often as they serve their purpose.  Blade still in hand, she silently clears the space from floor to basement-- from the bandit's perspective, ceiling to floor-- with a twisting leap that enables her to move in on the left-most bandit.  Gripping her blade in both hands, she starts low and swings up, intending not to cripple or disable him, but damn near kill him.  She'll sort the details later.  As best as possible, however, she's sure not to pincer herself between the brigand and her allies, placing herself instead in a flanking position near the stairs.<br/><br/>At 2007-07-16 08:29:38, quitxi (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a+7 Result: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/diceserv/index.php?r=2036)