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~Jorma Yole, Wielder of the Dark Naginata

Still in a trance, not only by Aro but also by being so close to one of her objectives, Jorma barely heard her name spoken.

"Get ready, Jorma. They're coming." Aro warned.

Jorma watched as the guardians took form, not completely understanding what was going on, not until one of them took a swing at her. Immediately her instincts took over and Jorma dodged out of the way.

"How about I take this one and you can have the other?" She heard Aro ask, "Sounds like all sorts of fun," She responded.

Rushing her target with incredible speed she quickly tripped it up and as it fell she ran the length of its body to take a strike at its head. Unfortunately, she was so used to fighting with Baltor she sort of forgot he wasn't there and ended up reverting her attack to punching the hard-as-rock creature in its chin. While it might have looked pretty comical it actually smarted quite a bit, Jorma cursed that she had taken more damage than her opponent. Not only that but her slip-up gave the beast an opportunity to attack and attack it did, smacking her across the room. Jorma landed hard, making sure to roll to absorb some of the shock, she then stood and rushed the thing again as it was standing. This time when she punched it she checked herself at the last minute and sent a small amount of her soul wavelengths through her fist. Her opponent took more damage than she did.