[Blake however, at least in this life, is much more of a beginner. As in she probably couldn't tell you when she'd ever actually been in a fight if you asked her. She hadn't been relishing the idea of the inevitable confrontation with these guys, despite the weapon she's carrying and the abilities that had come along with it through some magical means. She'd only chosen to turn around when she had because she liked the idea of being followed home by them even less.
Still, that feeling of familiarity is hard to shake off... and more so, the quiet confidence that her presence seems to bring. Almost like she knows that this person... whoever she is, is somebody she can count on to watch her back.]
"Fuck it, just take both of them out."
[Blake's thoughts are rudely interrupted as the downed man gets back up and the group splits into pairs, two for each of them, and reach into their pockets, snapping out long, metal batons. Blake narrows her eyes and takes a few slow steps back, reaching into her bag and taking hold of the hilt of weapon inside, waiting for all hell to break loose....]
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Still, that feeling of familiarity is hard to shake off... and more so, the quiet confidence that her presence seems to bring. Almost like she knows that this person... whoever she is, is somebody she can count on to watch her back.]
"Fuck it, just take both of them out."
[Blake's thoughts are rudely interrupted as the downed man gets back up and the group splits into pairs, two for each of them, and reach into their pockets, snapping out long, metal batons. Blake narrows her eyes and takes a few slow steps back, reaching into her bag and taking hold of the hilt of weapon inside, waiting for all hell to break loose....]