Mountains, Seas, and Intrigue
It was a very surreal moment. Jill had studied many fighting forms and her style was now very fluid and not truly dependent on any one stance. She had moved out of the shattered window and to the right side of the yard. She had shot two people moving rapidly towards her and came down in a roll to land in a squat with one leg out in front of her and the other tucked under her.
She caught movement to her left and swung her forward leg around, tripped someone, stood, and brought her leg down on a man's chest. All in one motion.
'Damn! How many are there? How many bullets did I use?'
As she thought she felt movement behind her, spun to see someone charging in a pose to capture. She went low, below his grasp and as he lowered himself she raised herself, leading with her shoulder, and drove him back and onto his tailbone.
She crotched into a fighting position and prepared herself, but no one else came.
