Exalted: Old Wounds

[Rynol]

Rana wasn't even listening to Gale anymore. She didn't care. Didn't want to hear that... that total jerk anymore! With a furious humming, a forced tune that seemed only like a line cast out into her mind to focus on, Rana set to work. Rowan be damned. If she was willing to put up such a waste of air to the job of covering her back, then Rana didn't need to waste time tracking her down! But... seeing as she had to do SOMETHING, Rana decided that the rat was deserving of her swift, unmitigated attention. And, hell. Kitty couldn't handle that freak of nature on its (his? Her?) own anyway! So, with a witty comment, she set to work.

"Whatever. Busy. Rat needs ending!"

Thus, her first act was to stare down the freaky rat, and grin, while keeping up her subtle, forceful humming. Then, with a flash of her right hand, she pulled her... comparatively small warhammer out from behind a flap of her long coat, flashing a glimpse of the shimmering red silk of her dress around her waistline as the thicker coat on top of it was pushed aside by the weapon. But the hammer, simple and cylindrical as it was, flashed like lightning, as Rana immediately made a lunge at the damnable rat, hammerhead raised near her own head.
Rana's powerful motion caused the bottom of her overcoat to flow backwards, billowing in the rush of her actions as, likewise, the fine golden sash fluttered in the air like a dancer's ribbons. The first strike slammed squarely towards the rat's head as it scampered through the shelving of the store, resounding with a loud thud regardless of whether she met her target or not. Without missing a beat, Rana swept the hammer to her right and instantly twirled it in her hand, her entire form dancing like candlelight as her clothing slid rightward to match the sudden pivot she made in tune with the retreating hammer. Then, with another dramatic twirl of her hands, Rana brought the hammer into a fluid striking motion, moving forward with succinct, unimaginable speed as the twirl seamlessly became her second strike.
The final steps of Rana's dance of death saw her hammer streaking to her left as it moved in preparation for a wide strike, her own body bending to match. A sudden dart to her right as she caught the next part of the rat's motion, and Rana unleashed her weapon. The hammer flew swift as a thunderclap and fiercely as a wildfire, moving in opposition to the flip of her fiery hair, concluding the third and final strike in this flurry of blows. And she continued to hum.