Leveling her rifle, the two knights on the princess side reacted instantly, the first charged in while the second dragged her back despite her protest. Blade flashing, the lord Dyne was not surprised, taking steps back to .0 completely dodge the blade strikes, she waited until a nice slash was driven across her chest, to impose the barrel of her rifle, which was reinforced for melee combat, to stop his weapon before smoothy. Pulling the trigger after keying it down significant, the lord Dyne overestimated her weapons power on single shot mode.
Lit up like the Rockefeller Christmas tree, the second princess swore she could see the bones of her night as he was cooked, flashing brightly before smoking against the wall.
"Who are you? You don't look like someone my daughter knows…" While her other knight stood in front of her, Lord Dyne narrowed her hawkish eyes.
