Syn took one of her cleavers and hurled it at the dummy, chains clattering as they flew behind it. At the last moment, Syn flicked the chain, causing the blade to whip around slashing the dummy to bits.
She spun, sending the second blade out, and spun, both blades whirling around, slashing at the dummies she set up, like poi, dancing a deadly neon purple dance.
She tugged on the chains and they retracted back. Catching the blades she stopped in a defensive stance, the dummies around her smoking slightly from the carnage.