Vera's guidance made it easier for Iris to focus on just moving. Evading, striking where she needed to. Most importantly, keeping Vera safe. That was always the most important thing. Then, fear. Vera's fear. She blinked once before narrowing her eyes. And jumped just as the ground started to blow apart. And right towards another of the mercs as they rounded a corner. Her blade cut right through them, the next, all in a fluid motion as she weaved through them like a dancer.
She needed to. Vera needed her to. The desire to protect always made her strongest. Her blade was focused, sharp. Her grip tightened as she kept Vera close to her chest.
"Keep talking. Keep focused. Where are we going next, Padawan? Domxite will be here in a moment. I can feel them." They were close. Gunfire was a quick way to attract law enforcement, and they already knew what was happening. She could hear the gunship.
And feel more lethal intent. She spun, her blade flashing up to catch another bolt along it's edge. She'd gone between the buildings to get out of sight of the snipers, but it left little room for them to actually run. Especially with the other end having more coming. Iris took a breath before arching her blade up. Cutting in a quick circle before sending the portion of the wall down.
Then set Vera within.
"Stay down, stay out of sight. I've got this." She gave a smile, briefly so. Vera would be safe there. Iris's second blade ignited as she took position in front of the hole. Flicked her blades up, readied herself. Then they came. Trained mercenaries, former soldiers, rounding the corner to let loose blaster bolt after blaster bolt. Iris moved. She weaved through the initial barrage, descending on the first.
There was no nonlethal edge this time. Her blade severed them apart before she knocked another bolt into one of the others. Her hand came around, sending the lid of a trash barrel into a third. A kick dealt with a fourth. She was a whirlwind of limbs and blade, her eyes narrowed in absolute focus. One after another. Then the gun from before revved up. Blasterfire ripped through the alley, shredding the floor, building. Nearing Vera.
Iris raised both hands towards it's wielder. One, to the gun. The other, the man behind it. The color's weaved under her control as the barrel of the gun slammed downwards. The man? He flew right towards her and her waiting blades. Both punched through his chest.
Then silence. Iris let her blades extinguish as she rushed to where she'd stashed Vera. Above, Domxite and the officers they'd gotten came into view. Blaster fire continued, though now it was from the peace officers to protect both the Knight and the young girl.
"Vera? Are you alright?"
Valery Noble