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I SUCK, BATMAN. DIS GUY GON DIE. >:3
Myrika is by Titmouse!
Everything was happening faster than the mahogany-haired woman could even understand -- Vesper was in the air and her teeth found a hold in the rider somewhere. Myri was swinging the staff again and it smashed the man in the saddle on his shoulder. His horse was half-rearing, but it lashed out with a hind leg, too, and Myri had to dive out of the way. Thankfully, horses were something she understood, and she understood the animal's frightened cries better than she did the fight. When she recovered, the rider was down, on the ground, and his horse was running, charging off.
The rider was on the ground and trying to access his sword, but finding he could not. Still, his other hand flashed, and Myrika jumped forward, hesitating a moment before swinging her staff toward the man's arm as it lashed out. She didn't want to end up smacking Vesper accidentally, though, so when that blow missed, she dropped the staff and fell to his arm herself, yanking at it. He was brutally strong, and it took both her arms and a moment of tugging before she had the limb secured and the dagger was flung away. Her right foot scrabbled at his face, the left shoving at his ribs, where her claws could not penetrate the especially tough, thick leather.
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