Quote Originally Posted by ThirdEmperor View Post
Mercy ill spent then. The alley rings with the clash of metal and Wrath's arm stings from the shock, but the machete stays within his white-knuckled grasp. And with the hood over-extended from that sweeping strike, Wrath takes his chance to counter.

Letting go of the windowframe he shifts all his weight forward and pushes off with his good leg, trying to grab his assailant just under the shoulders and bring them both to the ground. Risky, but wounded as he is, he needs to bring this fight to close quarters.

That and the little voice in the back of his head told him it was a good idea.
The hood reels back, trying to right his weapon for another swing, but Wrath is too quick. Fun fact about sword-masters - once you get inside the reach of their sword, all that skill is about as useful as an umbrella in a hurricane. If he'd had time, Hoody might've braced himself to stab Wrath when he charged. As it stands now, he might be in some trouble.

The hood finds himself lying painfully in a puddle, and is none too happy. He lashes out, trying to bash Wrath in the head with the sword's pommel.

Quote Originally Posted by Rotting Baron View Post
Still in the Red Zone for Some Reason

Ashley climbs down after passing the fight that's going on, before heading over to Kailee. Without becoming visible, she mutters, "Hey. You okay? What's going on?"
Kailee scrabbles against the back wall, and her hand reflexively starts to transform. She halts the transformation midway, but it's readily apparent that the appendage was turning into some sort of firearm. "Who's there?" She asks, angry and a little nervous.

Besides the fact that she's underdressed, Kailee seems to be fine.