River flew down out of the tree that was next to the feds, having climbed up not a minute before they came. She could have told the rest, but that would have meant someone getting shot. And, the feds had armor, which was just plain unfair to them. So, she would take them all herself. Easy, really.

The feds were trained for shooting, not hand to hand, like the types she excelled in. So, when she dropped out of the tree screaming like a harpy on 'shrooms, they were even more surprised, which prevented them getting a quick kill. She landed lightly, handspringing up and wrapping her legs around a feds neck. With a quick twist, she snapped it. He fell limply, head hanging at a crazy angle.

From there, she backflipped at another, taking the dead feds knife first. She went behind the agent, turned around, and slit his throat. He cried out as he fell, clutching his throat, trying and failing to stem the flow of his lifeblood.

She used his body as a pedastal, and dropkicked a oncoming fed. He dropped like a stone. Some one grabbed her from behind. She elbowed him in the groin, then flipped over him as he clutched his bruised pride. Screw nobility.

Two more came at her, guns useless except as fancy clubs. She took both out with one kick to both their chins.

It was true that she was outnumbered. But she knew the five deathstrikes. The three chest strikes were out due to armor, but the neck strike and kick weren't. And she took out five with just those two strikes.

The seargent came at her, roaring like a bear. She used a leopard strike to his throat to collapse his esophogous. He couldn't even choke, just knelt on the ground as his face turned blue and his eyes bugged out. Horrible way to go, really...

But she'd no time to dwell on lifes cruelities, as there was still roughly a dozen feds to kill and maim. Just one of those days.

Seeing strength in numbers, at least four rushed her from all sides. When would they learn? She did a mid air split that took