Thwom-! Thwom-! Thwom-!
Sunny Jade fired forward a number of mana bullets towards the two clones closing in on her. The two Salamandor clones grabbed each others hands and spun their way through the projectiles like they were performing some choreographed dance.
When the bullets started imploding they were forced to take more drastic measures to remain unharmed. Spinning one of her flintlocks on her finger she used the tip of her other flintlock to raise her tricorn hat, "I'm taking a cut out of the treasure here for hazard pay."
"I don't particularly care for the treasures!", Salamandor laughed, "But let's see if you have the right to take any!"
From their long sleeves the clones of Salamandor flicked out a long yet thin blade. Brandishing extravagant techniques they put pressure on Sunny Jade.
