All Too Familiar

[Dawnika Snow]

Akame slid by blades that so eagerly wanted to meet her skin. If these soldiers were any worse at their jobs they would be attacking each other. Akame took advantage of the soldiers’ stupidity by making them do exactly that. She created a distraction after unleashing her new found power, making her more hostile than her veridian accomplice. Most of the steel plated warriors rushed her all at once, but Akame did not falter. She stood and watched as men with huge swords, maces and axes came charging at her from various directions.

As they closed, Akame rushed forward towards one. She faked him out with a swing and ducked under his blade. Behind her, a man with a large hammer had closed in, looking to smash her skull like taking a bat to a watermelon. He failed. Already knowing what was coming, Akame rolled out of the way. The clumsy hammer-wielder had smashed the face of his ally, who hit the ground knocked out cold. “Oh shit! I’m sorry Recruit!” He called out to his friend, who could not hear him if he had wanted to. Anger rose from the soldier as turned to The One-Cut Killer and took another violent swing. “Too slow. Homiru.” As he brought his hammer over-head Murasame met his neck. The counter weight of his weapon sent him toppling down to his back.

Four more of them had come after her. Now Akame was in trouble, she could tell just by their armor that these men were higher ranked individuals. The ornate style of steel armor they were wearing was a dead giveaway. They moved in on her quickly and sharply. The team maneuvers they performed were much more orchestrated than the lower level soldiers she just downed. Even being a keen eye, Akame suffered an attack on her left arm. “You guys are good, but I'm on a whole different level!” As one came in for a swing, she nimbly sidestepped the strike, slicing through his side with a deep cut. The three behind him panicked. They tried to stop her then and there; wrong move. With a roll, she closed the gap and cut one's sword arm off. The next she clashed blades with, but with an upward swing she knocked his sword loose and made deep gash in his neck the last one was too afraid to even fight her. “Wh-What are you?! You're a crazed Prime!” Akame’s crimson eyes pierced that soldier’s soul. “I am an assassin. Homiru.” The terrified man’s adrenaline spiked, he rushed the assassin without thinking. Akame, with her quick speed, slashed through him and he fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes; very terrified potatoes.

As his life passed away, he watched as the ebony haired killer ran to join her companion, who seemed to be having trouble with some archers. Another shot of her new attack wiped one of them out. And just as the shockwave connected with the archer, his vision went black and his breath drew it's last.

"Lubbock! This is getting out of hand! There's too many guards here for just the two of us to handle! We need to drive them off or get the giant to safety!" Akame yelled out to her companion who had finally reached the gentle creature who had been attacked for no apparent or justified reason. She caught up to him, shaking off another one of the low ranked soldiers who decided coming right at her was a good idea, especially after witnessing what she was capable of no more than a minute ago.