Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170913165819/@comment-25073873-20170916160740

Illya backed away, into an alley, as she was cornered by three brutes, each minor one holding a club of sorts, while the leader himself held a slightly worn, somewhat rusty blade. She was in her dress, moving away since getting hit could easily wind her or even kill her.

"Ok, look, I have no money at all. Even if you searched me I can't give you anything!" insisted Illya even as the three men closed in on her. She backed in the alley until she stopped, stuck against a wall, unable to retreat further.

"You're a pretty little thing ... now, come along and we can have some fun. If you can't pay me with your money, pay me with something else" smirked the leader, as he gave his sword a twirl. The three of them had cornered a lone, weak looking girl who seemed to have beauty as her only redeeming factor. They were certain of victory.

Illya's gaze hardened and her eyes narrowed, as she said "what about ... no?"

The leader laughed as his two lackeys moved forward to catch Illya. Except white glitter seemed to blow from around her dress, and it was replaced by much more practical armor that protected most of her body, except the head. A golden portal opened beside Illya, and the hilt of a sword stuck out, as Illya pulled an ornate, jewelled scimitar from it.

The men seemed taken aback my the strange magic they witnessed, but their leader pressed them forward. One of them took a powerful two handed swing at Illya, who responded by engaging with the scimitar in her hand, which shattered against the club, while still managing to deflect it.

Illya frowned visibly as the leader laughed, saying "is her armor as flimsy as her sword? It seemed as though you are all show with this fancy magic, but you really can't fight. Better surrender to me before we get ..."

The words died in his throat when white glitter formed into a silvery longsword in Illya's right hand, as she laughed audibly. The two men wielding clubs attacked, and with a single handed swing, Illya's actual sword bisected the clubs with almost no effort, causing both men to step back.

"That scimitar you saw was an ornamental piece. It was expensive to buy but made of terrible metal. It was all looks. My armory is stupidly empty, and if you break another weapon, I'm going to have to make you pay double..." laughed Illya as she advanced on the men with her actual sword.

"Attack, you fools! She is still one person!" roared the leader as his two men got out daggers and made a quick dash for Illya. They were promptly rebuffed when Illya herself used her sword to deflect one blade to her right, using the back of her left hand to deflect the arm of the other man to her left. Then her left palm opened, and a magicka barb fired out, burning a hole through her attacker's shoulder.

Now that one attacker had staggered back, Illya focused on the still healthy one who came in fast with a stabbing action of his dagger, simply turning anticlockwise and stepping to her right, turning and slashing the man's back with her sword, causing him to stagger forward. A quick sword reversal settled his leg tendons and Illya neutralized one attacker.

The one she had attacked with magic came back, rushing in from Illya's back, slightly to her right. He was rewarded with a bash to his sternum using a sword's pommel, which winded him, before Illya slapped his face with her armored left hand, knocking him unconscious with one blow.

As for the leader, he tried to run, but Illya blasted out his kneecaps with magicka barbs, as her armor and sword blew away from her in white sparkle, her dress reforming as if from thin air. Dusting her hands, she sighed and shook her head, walking out of the alley.