"I've gone against worse, ma'am.." [i]Victoria yelled over the chaos, dodging a suddenly thrown chair of which flew over their heads.[/i] "...I think that I'll be able to handle myself.. but thank you for trying." [i]...Either she was too damn stubborn to convince, or just an idiot. Perhaps both.[/i] [i]With that, Victoria would unbind a sheath at her waist: it would hold a gladius of sci-fi proportions, the bladed weapon crafted in such a beauty to rival that of the proudest of warriors. It's adamantium edge glistened with a sharpness of which Vel had likely not witnessed in such a weapon beforehand, the handle a gilded steel, fitted for comfortable holds and utility. And a single word, etched upon the blade..[/i] [i][b]"Fury".[/b][/i] [i]With a sudden *click!*, Victoria would raise the weapon in her right, as the sword would glisten with a vibrant blue energy. Then.. she'd make her way to the Krogan, slashing through the armed men and women in a particularly vicious manner, yet concentrated so that she would not strike one other than her intended targets. Each slash decimated whatever cloth or armor they were, with practically no effort at all - the energy generated by the sword was.. truly something else.[/i]