Redblade's vision began to blur with the amount of blood lost already. He was in a much worse state then he had originally thought. Everything around him seemed in slow motion as he tried to push his body off the puddle of blood he had created. He could hear Dionne screaming something to him, but couldn't quite make out what it was.
He shakes his head to try and focus and get a better view of things. Death was not an option for him right now, he thought to himself. He had to help this woman and the cat girl somehow. Looking over to the large man still attacking Dionne he focuses on whispering in his mind without saying a single word out loud. Breaking the man's focus could probably give her the time she needed to kill him.
With a scream, Dionne falls onto the floor, and dropping Sai out of her left hand. She begins to crawl away, grunting as she goes, as the blade cut deep.
"I guess...you don't have manners..and can't ...even cut properlly!" She hisses back at the man, trying to replace pain with rage, letting it flow through her voice. She'd need just a couple of moments to recover from a blow like that.
The thin man was faster and closer than he had expected. Bad timing all around to check on his lady friend. Now he was the one in deep trouble. He yelps in pain when the first cut came from the dagger. The others only made him grind his teeth more and more.
Feeling the thin man's dagger cut him several times, he knew he should have had his attacker off his back like 5 stabs ago. He tries to spin around in hopes of rolling off him and stepping away, even if he couldn't get back on his feet.
Dionne takes a few heavy breaths before looking over to see how Red was doing. She was too preoccupied with her own opponent to worry about a stranger. Seeing what was happening, Dionne sprang towards and attempts to stab her both blades into the back of the guy, twisting, before pulling them out.
"Get up...We..Need to get rid of this..thing.." Breathing heavily she refocuses on the fat man.
::Redblade successfully blocks the thrown dagger. As he turns his head to check on Dionne, he gets knocked off his feet and falls hard to the ground with the thin man atop him, pinning him with his own shield. Drawing his last dagger, the man begins to jab around the edges of the shield, delivering minor, but substantial cuts to Redblades shoulders, sides, upper legs, anything the shield isnt covering...
Dionne, meanwhile, has had her patience pay off as the heavy swings come slower and slower. Finally the opening she was waiting for comes and she is able to slash into the upper arm and chest of the injured limb. The man cries in pain and staggers back as Dionne springs back herself, giving her the room she was looking for, if only momentarily...::
Redblade raises his shield again to block the thrown dagger and quickly turns around to look at Dionne's situation since she had not replied him. Seeing as she was in danger he places his shield back on his back and runs towards them, hopefully away from his attacker. Shield covering part of his back as he engaged the other fight. He grabs some more shurikens and throws them at the fat man, aiming for his head.
As blow after blow rain down upon her, Dionne is starting to get tired. She knew that unless she managed to make some sort of break for herself, she'd be in deep trouble.
"Good to know you are least have some manners...I thought you'd eat me whole!" The more she tried to defend, the heavier her body and breathing became. She waited to counter a strike, aiming both blades in a cross strike at the injured arm before hoping back to get a little bit of a break.
((His revamp, since we were allowing changes. Yes it was convenient, but he's stuck with it now...))
::The shuriken fly at the thin man, who tries to bring his arm up to block. One stikes his side, while the other lodges in his forearm. With a cry, the man throws his dagger at Redblade before immediately charging him.
Dionne, being back on the defensive, is easily able to put her blades between herself and the blows of the fat man. But the heavy impacts still wear on her limbs. The man is bleeding heavily from his shoulder and moving a bit slower as sweat beads on his brow.::
Dionne yelps as she hits the floor with a splash, and rolls backwards onto her feet.
"You're not as slow as fat, that's for sure!" She wasn't sure if she was taunting him, or trying to encourage herself. She kept her tone firm and mocking, and took a quick glance at her clothes. Making a mental note to clean it up. Deciding that reactive combat would be best, she readied herself for another assult, hoping to hold out untill Red could deal with his opponent at least.
Finally getting an oportunity to attack back, Redblade pulls another two shurikens and aims them at the short man's chest and neck area before throwing them with a little extra force to make sure they hit their mark.
Although he was sure that the tattooed woman could defend herself, Redblade was worried about her still and wanted to hurry and help her defeat the larger man. Not turning around to look at her, he yelled out to her.
::Redblade shoves his shield into the attacker, bringing blood from a broken nose as he staggers back shaking his head.
Dionne backs towards the gate as she blocks the heavy blows from the man before her. While she is able to get her arm up in time to stop them, the blows are heavy and she can feel the jolts from the impact all along her arm.
Springing off the gate, she launches herself towards the fat man, who catches her with one meaty hand by her clothes. Raising his cleaver for a swipe at her head, he cries out and drops her to the ground as the attack from Dionne came, cutting deep into the shoulder of the arm that held her.::
Dionne giggles to agitate her opponent further, before dodging his first couple of strikes by faling back towards the gate.
"Did I hurt your feelings? Well, I'm sure not as hard as you would if you were to sit on me!" She kept backing and giggling mockingly with her hand to feel behind her and other to block if needed, and once she can feel it, she turns out, and jumped, kicking off the gate and going sideways into the sack of meat striking from above.