Initiative, Insults, and Interrogation
Blue life essence drifted into the air, weapons had been drawn, and blood was ready to be spilt.
Elero reformed her legs and charged, eager to let out her pent-up frustrations on the small Looter. The tank however, stepped in her path with a smirk and put his full weight behind his long sword. Elero's thin rapier barely withstood the blow, crying a mournful tune as she was sent right back. Cold, dull pain slammed into her back yet she gritted her teeth and jammed her blade into the ice, sliding to a stop. Her bruised cheek twisted into a smile as blood dripped off her rapier.
The tank was still rearing back with a deep gash across his forearm, yet his two companions charged around him, approaching Frey's sides. The Looter's swiped predictably. Frey easily intercepted the small blade with his shield, sending a shower of white-hot sparks through the dark night as the force made him shift on the slippery ice. Cracks spiderwebbed from under his boots.