Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5583506-20140908104246

Claire didn't want to kill anyone, it went her policy as a hacker, but it didn't stop her from "knocking some sense" into the charging horde of pointless peasants coming at her. She stuck her gun into her stockings again and readied herself for the first farmer.

The number one rule of being a hacker was that you always had to be ready in case your hideout might get swarmed by disgruntled clients. That way martial arts was more than welcome. You could get relatively easy away with hacking, but murder would be a dark spot to wash fram the records. She had no intention of starting now, even if it was way back before her time.

She broke the arm of the attacking man in three different places with a few well-placed kicks before she knocked him to the side, ready to take on another one.

The second tried to deal a blow to her face. She evaded it easily and danced around him, grappling him from behind and bending him backwards until he screamed in pain. He would probably not be able to walk or sit properly for the next three weeks.

She then threw him at the third one, watching as they tumbled to the ground. A fourth peasant climbed over his fallen brethren and reached all the way up to her. He stood in awe and suprise as she launched herself up high in the air, dealing a vicious kick to his face, before she landed, spun around and sent her right foot straight up his groin, sending him flying backwards into the growing pile of misfits.

And that man should consider himself lucky if his wife wants to sleep with him sometime in the next three years...