[ The soldier whose helmet she had taken off didn't stand a chance, she's quickly smashed open its blank face and down into its body with a few solid, heavy attacks with her cane. The others will take a little more work.
The metal handle of her cane is the best tool for that job. She rolls and quicksteps into range without any need to stop and strategize. She brings the handle around into the side of a helmet, twice in rapid succession. When the thing sinks to its knees, spilling clay dust from within its helm, she plunges the cane downwards through the seams of its protective gear and tears her way back out. It's dusty, crumbling. The lack of blood is disappointing. Her head aches for the euphoria and the warmth.
She flicks loose her whip as she falls back, able to stun and distract a small cluster of soldiers, but only for so long. Many of the hallways are too narrow for the arc of her swing, enjoy the diversion while the way is wide enough. ]
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The metal handle of her cane is the best tool for that job. She rolls and quicksteps into range without any need to stop and strategize. She brings the handle around into the side of a helmet, twice in rapid succession. When the thing sinks to its knees, spilling clay dust from within its helm, she plunges the cane downwards through the seams of its protective gear and tears her way back out. It's dusty, crumbling. The lack of blood is disappointing. Her head aches for the euphoria and the warmth.
She flicks loose her whip as she falls back, able to stun and distract a small cluster of soldiers, but only for so long. Many of the hallways are too narrow for the arc of her swing, enjoy the diversion while the way is wide enough. ]