It was absolute chaos! Bodies dropping left and right, people brawling over just the chance to fight a boss that was most likely going to kill them anyways. The thoughts of fame and fortune drove people to absolute madness.
In the flurry of steel, spells and flesh it was almost impossible to tell who you were even fighting or if it was friend or foe.
Belladonna had to find a way out of here. She didn't care so much about the loot or even killing the boss. All she needed, was a drop of that blood. With even just a drop of that she could be able to- Behind!
Spurred by her senses, and the shift in the mana, Belladonna whipped around and slashed with the blood soaked knife still in her hand. It sliced through the face of the person that had appeared behind her, yet it did so far too easily. As if they weren't really there and nothing more than an illusion.
"Vez?" Belladonna muttered as she finally got a look at who she had attacked.
