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Kaya took off in a charge with a grin a mile wide and with the wind at her back. She struck with the speed of lightning and the violence of a snow storm, cutting off the tip of a spear that they tried to impale her with, before snatching the broken piece out of the air and thrusting it into the chest of another, through several layers of a treated leather jacket. As they try to surround her one swing of her sword cuts through a man's sword, his banded iron armor and his torso before parrying a second person's hammer. She raises her free hand up to blast him with lightning. Three men, including the one whose spear she cut off, stand frozen from the violent display. And they don't get a chance to snap out of it either, as the girl moves swift as a gale in front of them and delivers a flurry of three slashes, each one aimed squarely at their chests. Their armor offered them little protection against the jade edge of her weapon and they fell over with deep, frozen wounds where their hearts ought to be. Six men now lay dead and all they managed to do is that now Kaya has to try and blow an errant lock of hair out of her own eye.
Meanwhile Ena faced six more foes at the same time. The brigands looked at her with impure thoughts clearly on their minds. But gone was the mousey little girl who'd much rather be at home reading her scrolls. What stood before them was a scion of House Catala whose eyes were like the bottomless ocean, and held just as much mercy. She did not bother with hearing the jeers of these "people" nor about putting on a good show or even giving them a chance to fight. Her body begins to emit a blue glow as shards of black glass start to grow out of thin air around her. The bandits scream "Witch" and start running for their lives. It's too late. She raises her right arm and points at them.
"Death of Obsidian Butterflies"
She speaks and thousands of glass insects fly out from where she's pointing in the direction of the bandits. Their razor sharp wings tear into anything and everything less durable than stone, leaving it in often bloody tatters. Where the bandits were now only lay a field of shattered glass, a bloody smear and whatever iron they had at their person.
It's needless to say that the four still left standing, including the leader of the bandits, are more than a little distressed by this display and converge on the one that has so far not demonstrated any nonsensical abilities. Namely Jet. They were clearly planning on using him as a human shield to hopefully get out of this situation alive. Jet merely shook his head.
"You could save us all a lot of trouble if you just surrendered, you know."
"Get him!"
