This is nothing compared to my usual line of work. I normally don't go after anything human, but this isn't back home.

[She sighed as she pushed the poor kid away after letting go of his arm. She used her arms to cover her face as a knife headed for it, thankful for the armor plating. The kid was surprised that the blade seemed to glance off of her arms.

She used that surprise to get the advantage of the situation and take the knife away from the kid and throw it at another that was coming up behind G'raha. It wasn't a killing blow, rather aimed to disable the shoulder.]

Do you happen to know a smartass who wears a red coat named Dante?