Anna ducks under a swing from the blade that jumped her, staggering a little as sudden sharp pain cuts across her chest. Fucking shit, Malos. Not good.

Anna roundhouse kicks the blade before her, knocking them off balance. She drops with her momentum and rolls, getting closer to Malos. She's small and isn't going to make an impressive shield but she can at least get between this asshole and her blade. Normally she'd shoot out something snarky but mostly she's just focused on burying her dagger in his chest--

He dodges, the fucker. Anger bubbles along the emotion bleed against Malos' tight shock.

"Malos," Anna calls.

"Sorry."

For getting hit? Then again, he barely sounds it, so maybe it was for starting this fight they're kind of outnumbered for.

"Don't apologize, I'd've done the same," Anna tells him. "Come on, maybe we'll get lucky and he's driving a few of these fuckers--"

In a practiced motion Malos' sword passes from his hand to Anna's, and immediately Malos' ether settles around her body like a shield. She lunges.