Air, and Earth.
Badr watched the two younger women snatch up the amulets, and looped her foot through the chain of the one on the floor before her. She kicked it up, catching it.
Heat.
It blasted out like the backwash from an opened furnace, blanketing the chamber. Badr strode forward, slamming her fists together as another one of the cloaked henchmen rushed her, directed by the leader. The man was practically in a frenzy, whirling his arms as he directed his subordinates, eyes wide. Whether it was from glee or madness, Badr couldn't tell-- nor did she particularly care. Not now.
Badr's tattooed arms glowed like a stoked fire. The inked renditions of chains appeared as if they were red-hot, fresh from the forge, and the mountains needled across her broad shouldered smoldered, akin to dormant volcanoes roaring to life. She exhaled from between clenched teeth, steaming billowing outward.
She intercepted the man directed towards her, who was swiftly joined by another, then a third. The massive woman was evidently a prestigious fighter, but even she could not take on three people at once and come out unscathed. Badr swung a fist, pounding the first man across the face-- his jaw shattered with an audible snap, and he fell to the floor. Yet, even as she did so, the second and third came at her from the side. She caught the first blow on her forearm, the blade sinking deep, whilst the other got her through the leg, bringing Badr to one knee.
The heat intensified.
Fire poured from the fresh wounds, billowing over her attackers;. One of them fell back, engulfed, his screams echoing throughout the bank's interior. It had been quick for the thieves brought low by the children of Air and Earth-- not so much for the man who had struck the Child of Fire.
The other, singed yet otherwise okay, leapt at Badr once more. She rose up, painfully, her stoic demeanor cracking. She slammed him in the gut with a fist, and stomped down.
Over, and over, and over.
"Who's next, then!?" She roared, embers drifting from her mouth. Flames licked at the corners of her eyes, and poured from her open wounds, like a vent into hell. She was in rough shape, that much was apparent from a glance. The woman was covered in multiple deep gashes, where she had blocked blades with a forearm, or a shoulder. The blade that had still been embedded in her side clattered to the floor, glowing red-hot. She shifted her posture to favor the leg that hadn't been nearly hamstrung.