She felt numb. . .
"Gaaaaaa!"
She caught her attacker's wrist as he aimed to do a downward swing, his form was sloppy, and he put too much of an angle on it. Following was her fist to his throat, sending him stumbling back, coughing, and gagging for air as she ripped his sword from his grasp and threw it to the side, and took a step towards him.
However, a sharp crack echoed out as she felt her shoulder lightly jerk and twitch. Umber blinked and looked to it and saw that her shoulder pauldron had been pierced through.
"G-Get the hell away from him!" a woman cried out from behind the Ronderu. Umber let out a soft hum as she turned around. Her gaze fell upon the gunman, or rather gunwoman; In this case, they were shakily holding a gun and looked ready to run away. "You heard me! Get away from him!" the gangster ordered as she flicked her gaze from Umber and to her fallen comrade.
Yet it was that split second or two that Umber made her move. Her sword was drawn and quickly diced through the woman's pistol and with it her wrists. A screech echoed out from the criminal's throat as she stumbled and fell back, writhing in pain as blood gushed from her newly made stumps.
'Weak…'
Umber sighed as she raised her blade and slowly ran her fingers along with it, with it came steam as the blood coating it boiled away. She quickly hilted her weapon and turned to see her previous opponent fumbling to grab his sword as he struggled to hold his breath.
In a matter of moments, the man found himself gripped by his throat, and his hand went to claw at it while he was slammed against a window. The glass cracked as pain echoed through his skull as his skin ruptured and began to bleed.
"Torchwick…"
The words of his attacker echoed out in the form of a growl, he shakily looked into her eyes, and Umber looked into his eyes.
"I-I don't know! W-we told you! N-nobody knows where he is!"
He screamed out as he clawed at her hand, his eyes widening as he felt heat slowly build up in her palm, "I-I swear!".
"Wrong answer…"
Umber's palm became a soft orange as the man began to scream in pain, his leg's kicking madly, "T-The docks! THE DOCKS!" he wildly exclaimed. The heat lessened, but remained to urge him to continue, "W-We w-were told not to go there! B-boss said s-something about the fang! That's all I know!". Umber stared at his writhing form in silence, processing his words with a hum before dropping the criminal. He collapsed on the ground and didn't bother to catch himself as he held his burnt throat, nor did he stop Umber from leaving the death-ridden bar.
With her first step out of the building, she took a long exhale as she reached up to slowly grip her face mask and remove it, letting the cool breeze of the night run along her ruined flesh.