Misc. B3C11

It was almost ten against two, and the Malachites weren't pushovers when they were together. Yang and I had managed to separate them the last time, but it was clear they weren't going to fall for the same trick twice.

"You take the ones behind us," Blake whispered.

I glared back at her. "Are you insane? Those two are the leaders, and you want me to leave you to fight against them alone?"

"Yes. I am stronger than you."

"But are you as strong as the both of them!?"

"I have no idea, but I know you're not." Blake sighed and pushed back against me. "There's no time to argue. Cover my back."

"Blake, wait!"

She didn't. Blake pushed off my back, knocking me forwards as she dashed towards the Malachites, head held low and blades slipping from her sleeves. The two sisters were caught off-guard by her speed, but recovered quickly. Their first attack missed as Blake blurred into black shadows once more – and suddenly I couldn't pay any more attention because the others were on me.

[...]

A quick glance told me that Blake was fine, and actually winning handily, but there were more enemies coming out of nearby alleyways. It looked like they'd brought the whole Guild, and I didn't have the time to call for ours. Melanie laughed and hopped forward, balanced on one foot as she prepared to sweet her heel into my face.

[...]

The other sister backed away from Blake. "You got off lucky this time, bitch. It won't be the same the next we meet."

"The next time we meet, you won't see me coming," Blake warned. Judging from the lack of wounds on her, and the copious ones on her opponent, it was no empty boast.