Things were escalating rapidly, and Shael could do nothing as her feet stood frozen beneath her. Venge stood before them, her outburst had only paused the bloodshed for just a moment longer. It was fruitless to think that she could change the outcome that had already been preassigned to this encounter. Had Shael known better, she wouldn't have stayed to join the human king's company. Some might have called her a coward, and while that might have been the case when Venge was involved, Shael knew when battles were fought to be won and when they were fought to survive.<br/><br/><b>"Your bias does not make him the one responsible either!"</b>Shael shouted as Venge crushed the king with his brutal strength. Shael drew her sword as war officially broke out among the two parties, and silently, she sent up a prayer that not only had Jak already escaped but that she could be behind him shortly. There was something she had to do first though; something that she'd always wondered if she'd ever be strong enough to do before - stand before the man that had skewed her vision of the world as an enemy instead of an ally.<br/><br/>She weaved between the warring bodies, evaded devastating blows while her eyes remained locked on the king and Venge in their embrace. While everyone warmed around her, it impeded her, forcing her speed to slow as she tiptoed around the makeshift battlefield in an attempt to rescue the ruler. Others had attempted the same in short minutes that had passed, but all had been ripped apart by Venge's soldiers. Shael, on the other hand, had been one of them in the short past of her life. She knew what to expect, and gingerly, she made her way to the front. Shael received minor injuries on her path - a few scratches to her cheek forced pebbles of deep red blood to pool on her milky skin. As they dripped down her face, they smeared. Her leather armor had some gashes in it from blades that had missed their target and grazed her instead. But the one thing that had been left untouched was her resolve, and as she found Venge and the dying king, she flung herself into the embrace.<br/><br/><b>"The reign of men will not end while you create anger, fear, and rebellion inside of them!" </b>Shael shouted as she pulled herself up from the ground from which she had slid to.<b>"These people, these men and women, did nothing to you. Your war is not with them, regardless of what you might think."</b>Shael stood tall in front of Venge, her sword drawn and her half-elf heritage proud and obvious.<b>"Stop this bloodshed and go away."</b>Her voice was low but powerful.<b>"None of them wish to fight you."<br/>
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