[i]While Victoria would rise up and be able to barely maneuver away, she couldn't dodge what she didn't see nor hear, as the axe ripped through the ceramite underneath, tearing through the black armor plating. Blood had begun to seep throughout the remains of armor, as Victoria cried out a little, grunting through the pain.[/i] "Dаmnit," [i]The woman would mutter through her helmet, rising up after a few moments. She had begun to back away, back towards the grass of the island. The sand was becoming a weakness.[/i]