[Raven turns her head towards the approaching figures; she can see well enough in the dark to make out that there are four of them even as Emet-Selch speaks it aloud, and she raises both eyebrows in response. After his previous display— and given what she had heard even before coming out into the hallway, it had been quite extensive— they actually thought to come back?
She'd seen him throw the initial offender against the wall earlier— it's likely that he doesn't need any help, especially given how calm he sounds, but she's hardly going to just stand by and watch, either.]
Four against two.
[Still not quite fair, if one were only looking at numbers, but she has a strong suspicion that the two of them have quite the advantage.
"Whatever! Get him!" The would-be robber urges his friends onwards; one of them begins to charge forward, with Raven catching the faint glint of a knife in the darkness, and she immediately lets her chosen visage fall away as she redirects all her focus into dropping down to miss the incoming swing, disarming the first assailant with a fan kick to his wrist that sends his knife clattering to the ground and skidding down the hallway.
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She'd seen him throw the initial offender against the wall earlier— it's likely that he doesn't need any help, especially given how calm he sounds, but she's hardly going to just stand by and watch, either.]
Four against two.
[Still not quite fair, if one were only looking at numbers, but she has a strong suspicion that the two of them have quite the advantage.
"Whatever! Get him!" The would-be robber urges his friends onwards; one of them begins to charge forward, with Raven catching the faint glint of a knife in the darkness, and she immediately lets her chosen visage fall away as she redirects all her focus into dropping down to miss the incoming swing, disarming the first assailant with a fan kick to his wrist that sends his knife clattering to the ground and skidding down the hallway.
"Wh— what the hell?!"]