Chryll fended off a retaliation from a Genlock, his attempt to charge her with a short sword warded off as she swung her blade in it's path, smoothly dancing around the other side of her own weapon and hopped forward on her back heel, the other leg stretching out in a solid kick as her left heel. The steel underside of her heel connecting with the smaller creature's skull in a sickening crack as she leaned forward, pushing the Genlock over onto his back again. With the momentum of her body leaning forward she pulled around in a circle again, driving the blade out of the ground and through the air, the weighty weapon's bladed side cleaving through another Genlock, the sheer force of the attack tearing a large section of his upper body off along with his head and arm on the side that had been sheared off.

One of the accompanying Genlock beside it yelled in agony as the blade continued to travel down and sliced through its leg, breaking through the armor and muscle with no difficulty. She drew the blade back, scraping it through the snow and the stone paving beneath, kicking up grit and dirt as it went until she pulled it up violently, catching another from below, the sharp point digging into it's gut but seeming to stop for a moment, but she had accounted for that, placing her other hand across the back of the blade and pulled the handle back over her shoulder, the hand on the back pushing up to tear through the Genlocks body and ribs, tearing its chest open in a large gash.
Her hands shifted again as she held the weapon over head and pulled it down on another, slicing his sword arm off and digging the blade into the ground as again she hopped in the creature's direction, this time kicking it in the chest and sending it stumbling and rolling over the nearby small edge. The gray steel armor was spattered with blood from the violent exchanges she made but not completely. She wasted no time, drawing her leg back and heaving the weapon over her shoulder.

The ready position on her shoulder was the cue for her to start running for another group that appeared from further, up, the woman skipping past the already tortured and screaming Darkspawn. Meanwhile Kezric had been firing but staring in utter awe of the woman.. She was a monster..! He'd never even imagined a man being like that, but she tore through Darkspawn as though killing was second nature to her. She had no fear.. Here he was looking at these creatures and even finding their screams of death utterly frightening. All the same he continued to fire on those he deemed troublesome.