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They were closing in like a pack of wolves from all sides. Clumsy, stupid wolves, but they had numbers on their side nonetheless. Kalypsa could hear the slavers' heavy boots crunching against the gravel loudly as she continued to lead them around in a deadly game of cat and mouse. She was quickly running out of space to maneuver, though, so it was imperative that she bait them into an area that would somehow help to even the odds. She'd noticed that most of them were wielding electrostaves or other similar close combat weapons which could be used to neutralize rather than kill, so the good news was that she didn't need to worry about blaster fire. The down side was that she would be taken alive if they bested her, which most definitely wouldn't lead to anything good.
Trying to limit the amount of opponents that would be able to engage her simultaneously, Kalypsa chose the area that had the most obstacles scattered about. Heavy machinery and stacks of materials had been haphazardly left lying around, creating many narrow paths and choke points that she could utilize to her advantage. Having chosen where she would attempt to make her stand, Kalypsa scooped up a long piece of discarded pipe, ready to greet the first slaver who rounded the corner directly in front of her.
No less than two seconds later, one of them surged in front of her in such a hurry that he had trouble stopping in time, sliding forward a short distance over the gravel. She used that time to bring the pipe down towards the man's with all of her might, although it ended up striking the shaft of his staff instead as he brought it up to defend himself. That was fine, though, since she'd been given enough of an opening to land a solid kick to the groin. It was pretty much child's play from there. She let her improvised weapon fall to the ground, grabbing her opponents staff with one hand and pulling him closer while quickly drawing one of her blades with the other. The slaver gasped, his eyes wide with shock as the sword was impaled through his gut, twisted and then ripped out in what almost seemed like one fluid motion.
Kalypsa discarded the gravely injured man indifferently, allowing him to suffer while he bled out. Three more of his comrades were already upon her, so things were about to get much heavier. She charged the nearest one immediately, unsheathing her second blade in the process so as to give her foes the shortest amount of time possible to react. Her gambit payed off well enough, as her foes seemed taken aback by the fact that she was the one pouncing on them in a three on one situation and not the other way around. Finding her chosen target's guard to be rather pathetic, Kalypsa had managed to all but sever his left leg entirely with her very first strike, lashing out after having dodged the wild electrostaff thrust that had obviously been thrown with panic as opposed to skill.
Pivoting towards her next couple of foes before the first one had even hit the ground, Kalypsa stood with both blades at the ready, staring them down with a feral look in her eyes. Smartly, the slavers decided to flank her so that she'd be forced to defend on two opposite sides. She managed to deflect and dodge the first few blows, but it was proving difficult to strike back without leaving herself exposed. By the time she'd managed to disarm one of her opponents, the last two slavers had shown up, including their leader who turned out to be a woman wielding a nasty looking whip.
Before Kalypsa had even been aware of the woman's presence, the heavy tip of the whip cracked against the exposed flesh on her back, leaving a long and narrow laceration in it's wake. The cut was shallow, but the sudden pain caused Kalypsa's entire body to twitch and broke her concentration long enough for her defense to falter. The slaver that she'd been fighting who was still in possession of his weapon caught her from behind, bringing the staff over her head and using it to choke her.
Before she could react properly, Kalypsa ate a vicious punch in the face from the slaver who she'd managed to disarm moments earlier, busting her bottom lip pretty badly and causing her to drop both of her longswords. She brought both of her hands up to grab the staff that was still being tightly pressed against her throat, struggling and growling frenziedly as another heavy punch connected with her face, drawing blood a second time as a thick crimson stream began pouring down from her nose. The bottom half as her face was almost entirely covered in red at that point, and the coppery taste inside of her mouth was overwhelming. Kalypsa spat a mouthful of blood towards her assailant before mustering every ounce of strength and frustration that she had left.
She roared vehemently as she thrust all of her weight backwards, effectively managing to sandwich the slaver that had been restraining her between a tall stack of durasteel slabs and her own body. The impact was violent enough to loosen the chokehold, and Kalypsa immediately grabbed one of his arms which she broke over her shoulder. The sound of the man's elbow produced a sickening crunch which was music to her ears, as was that sharp scream that followed immediately after it. She caught the electrostaff as the injured slaver dropped it, swinging it in wide arcs in front of herself to keep the others at bay while she took a few paces back.
Droplets of blood slowly dripped off of Kalypsa's chin as she stood back, breathing heavily as she waited for her three remaining foes to make their move. The woman with the whip yelled out some orders to her henchmen in a language that Kalypsa was unfamiliar with, and the three of them began carefully circling her once again like sharks that could smell the blood smeared all over her face.
Trying to limit the amount of opponents that would be able to engage her simultaneously, Kalypsa chose the area that had the most obstacles scattered about. Heavy machinery and stacks of materials had been haphazardly left lying around, creating many narrow paths and choke points that she could utilize to her advantage. Having chosen where she would attempt to make her stand, Kalypsa scooped up a long piece of discarded pipe, ready to greet the first slaver who rounded the corner directly in front of her.
No less than two seconds later, one of them surged in front of her in such a hurry that he had trouble stopping in time, sliding forward a short distance over the gravel. She used that time to bring the pipe down towards the man's with all of her might, although it ended up striking the shaft of his staff instead as he brought it up to defend himself. That was fine, though, since she'd been given enough of an opening to land a solid kick to the groin. It was pretty much child's play from there. She let her improvised weapon fall to the ground, grabbing her opponents staff with one hand and pulling him closer while quickly drawing one of her blades with the other. The slaver gasped, his eyes wide with shock as the sword was impaled through his gut, twisted and then ripped out in what almost seemed like one fluid motion.
Kalypsa discarded the gravely injured man indifferently, allowing him to suffer while he bled out. Three more of his comrades were already upon her, so things were about to get much heavier. She charged the nearest one immediately, unsheathing her second blade in the process so as to give her foes the shortest amount of time possible to react. Her gambit payed off well enough, as her foes seemed taken aback by the fact that she was the one pouncing on them in a three on one situation and not the other way around. Finding her chosen target's guard to be rather pathetic, Kalypsa had managed to all but sever his left leg entirely with her very first strike, lashing out after having dodged the wild electrostaff thrust that had obviously been thrown with panic as opposed to skill.
Pivoting towards her next couple of foes before the first one had even hit the ground, Kalypsa stood with both blades at the ready, staring them down with a feral look in her eyes. Smartly, the slavers decided to flank her so that she'd be forced to defend on two opposite sides. She managed to deflect and dodge the first few blows, but it was proving difficult to strike back without leaving herself exposed. By the time she'd managed to disarm one of her opponents, the last two slavers had shown up, including their leader who turned out to be a woman wielding a nasty looking whip.
Before Kalypsa had even been aware of the woman's presence, the heavy tip of the whip cracked against the exposed flesh on her back, leaving a long and narrow laceration in it's wake. The cut was shallow, but the sudden pain caused Kalypsa's entire body to twitch and broke her concentration long enough for her defense to falter. The slaver that she'd been fighting who was still in possession of his weapon caught her from behind, bringing the staff over her head and using it to choke her.
Before she could react properly, Kalypsa ate a vicious punch in the face from the slaver who she'd managed to disarm moments earlier, busting her bottom lip pretty badly and causing her to drop both of her longswords. She brought both of her hands up to grab the staff that was still being tightly pressed against her throat, struggling and growling frenziedly as another heavy punch connected with her face, drawing blood a second time as a thick crimson stream began pouring down from her nose. The bottom half as her face was almost entirely covered in red at that point, and the coppery taste inside of her mouth was overwhelming. Kalypsa spat a mouthful of blood towards her assailant before mustering every ounce of strength and frustration that she had left.
She roared vehemently as she thrust all of her weight backwards, effectively managing to sandwich the slaver that had been restraining her between a tall stack of durasteel slabs and her own body. The impact was violent enough to loosen the chokehold, and Kalypsa immediately grabbed one of his arms which she broke over her shoulder. The sound of the man's elbow produced a sickening crunch which was music to her ears, as was that sharp scream that followed immediately after it. She caught the electrostaff as the injured slaver dropped it, swinging it in wide arcs in front of herself to keep the others at bay while she took a few paces back.
Droplets of blood slowly dripped off of Kalypsa's chin as she stood back, breathing heavily as she waited for her three remaining foes to make their move. The woman with the whip yelled out some orders to her henchmen in a language that Kalypsa was unfamiliar with, and the three of them began carefully circling her once again like sharks that could smell the blood smeared all over her face.