She drew her gunblades smoothly. Half a year ago, three grats and her without GFs or Junctions would have (and had) left her on the verge of shock and unconsciousness from pure blood loss. Now, she had no intention of letting them do that, but they still weren't a threat she could dismiss easily.

One of them lashed out with its long tentacle, but she'd seen this coming; with her left-hand blade, she blocked with the flat, while dancing smoothly in to uppercut it with the right0hand blade. She chained a pair of attacks together with two smooth trigger-pulls, then dodged backwards just in time to keep a tentacle from lashing across her head. It caught her forearm instead, leaving a slice on the skin which blood trickled down from, over her thick muscle.