LOOSE CANNONS | Battle & Open

A woman wandered along the beach, just over a quarter of a mile away from the festivities. Had she been part of the crowd, still, she would have stuck out like a sore thumb: by way of a pretty dress or formal attire, she wore nothing of the sort. Instead, she was in her usual attire of cargo pants, tank top, belt (and suspenders), with her durable, comfortable combat boots. The only thing she was missing in her normal attire was a hat, and aviator sunglasses. No need for them right now, so she had left them in her loft. Her hair was swept up into a tail, flicking this way and that with every step, as her sheathed sword comfortably collided with the outside of her leg.

Andromeda had gone out of obligation; so she told herself and most anyone who bothered to ask, not that there were many.

But some part of her envied the simplicity of life and love, and the exquisite dresses some of the ladies wore. She'd taken to the outside of the festivities, and wandered off a while later; too many people, and she was antsy. Like a tightly and finely coiled spring, there was tension inside her.

Undeniable tension.

She wasn't entirely paranoid; Eda just figured she was more envious than she first considered. She shook her arms, right down to her hands, and then coaxed her capable shoulders into a rolling motion. It was a ridiculously nice nigh—faint noises reached her ears, just over the crashing lap of waves, and the First Captain spun in place in the sand. Everything seemed normal until she noticed there was a flurry of motion to go along with the unnatural sounds.

"Sonnuva bitch–!"

Just as fast as her heart dropped in her chest, the beat of it sprang into gear as she tore off down the beach, and into battle.

By the time she made it, things were hot and heavy. Blood, screams, fleeing demi-Gods, Phoenix and civilian combatants, the mess of it all. But, there were openings, and she capitalized on one. Grabbing up a plate by the back, she stepped, coiled her body, spun, and launched the glass plate like a discus, straight into the enemy ranks!

Planting her foot and orienting herself, Eda drew her sword, moving to help a downed woman by preying on the attacking enemy's knee, with a boot of her foot against the side of it, following with what would likely be a finishing blow: her sword through their throat with a snarl.

She hadn't had much time to mark where the rest of the Phoenix members were, but she would.

The wedding had been beautiful. Honestly, she wouldn't have even gone for the short moment that she had been there if she hadn't thought that Finley would be around. She hadn't run into him in the first few minutes and had taken her leave before she could get sucked into a strange conversation about why she was at a strangers' wedding.

Now, Laine was walking along the beach, the sand soft between her toes. She was carrying a pair of black high heels she had worn with her lacy black dress. It felt shorter than she remembered it being and she wondered if wearing something that had been purchased over five years ago had really been the right plan. She reached up to push her hair out of her face as tied it back into a high pony tail, letting the straight brown hair hang down her back and swing with her every movement.

That is when the chaos began. She didn't see where they came from, but she felt something hit her in the back, knocking her to the sand. She slid across the sand and forced herself to turn around while she fell so she could look upon the face of her attacker. She didn't know who they were, but that wasn't stranger considering she was new on the island and didn't even know who the leader was, let alone who this random warrior was.

Laine bent over and pulled a knife from her leg where she had stored it in a thigh strap beneath her dress. She held it up and glared, seamlessly pulling herself into a standing position with the knife extended in front of her. From the corner of her eye she could see another person with a sword, seeming to attack the same enemy, "What is happening?" She yelled, "I thought Concordia was supposed to be safe."

Planting her foot against the combatant's arm, Eda pushed and gave her sword a pull, letting the corpse slide from the blade and topple, her eyes already seeking out her next target.

She had two thousand, nine hundred problems - give or take - and the Titans and their allies were all of them.

She was about to lunge forward when someone yelling, yelling at her, caused her to look over. A knife. The woman held a knife.

Well, at least she wasn't completely weaponless.

"Fight now, ask later!" She abruptly responded, and gestured at the body at her feet, who had been clutching a sword. "Get another weapon! Help get people out."

She didn't have time for discussions, neither did this chick. Not unless they wanted to die. Eda refocused and surged forwards, catching a spear tip and parrying it away to steal inside her enemy's reach. The Titan dropped his spear and rapidly drew his sword to meet the redhead's slash and push her away, only to have to deal with a stop-thrust that set him off-balance!

Her past in the first cohort back at Jupiter flooded back into her muscles and she easily was able to fall into the rhythm of battle without too much effort. Laine rolled in the sand and snagged a sword from the body of some mystery enemy, rolling back up into a standing position so she was running toward the main beach. The sand beneath her feet was sticky and stained with blood. She could feel the warm, gooey sand sticking to her legs and didn't remember exactly what she had done with her shoes at this point. 

Her fingers gripped the sword comfortably and as she swung it to block the attack of a small, dark-haired girl who seemed to be trying to look like Cleopatra. Laine was able to thrust the girl away from her without too much effort and her mind immediately wandered to Finley. Shaking her head, she couldn't bother thinking about him right now. He would be fine. Blocking another attack from Cleopatra girl, Laine was forced to use her small knife, sliding it between the girl's ribs with ease. The warm sticky blood immediately started streaming up her arms, "Shit."