The sound of battle erupted; and Eva watched as the arrows soared from the trees toward their intended targets. She turned her head slightly eluding the first arrow of the assault which caused a delicate chiming sound against the back of Quinnâ€™s armor. Her hands reached for the hood of her cloak and she pulled it up around her head becoming a mass of dark fabric in an attempt to further blend in with the environment rather than the other targets about her.  Her lips twitched hidden beneath her shroud as Til jumped to her defense on her open side; blindly throwing herself in front of the arrows.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Foolish girlâ€¦</span><br/><br/>She didnâ€™t know, and then how was she supposed to know? Denial was an exceptionally potent tool; and it was only by want of amusement that the truth of the matter had not been etched upon the ground for her to see. Here her ward was jealous and confused, desperately hoping that this display of heroism would sway one way or another.  The apothecary could do the noble thing and pull the young one out of the line of fire and protect her. She was beaten up already; although Eva assumed it to be of her own folly, silently knowing she had trained Til better than to get caught. Her actions were two fold; a silent scolding in conjunction with a secret reunion.  If Til were to injure herself in taking such an action; then it was well deserved for her foolishness. Such was simply the way the apothecary worked.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Do not expect pity, for though shall find none within my heart. How deglorifying something such as pity can be. Prepare yourself to take full responsibility for your actions, and if you die it is solely by choice, and not some poor tragic fate. It isnâ€™t for some noble cause, no no! Donâ€™t lie, child.   We all know what happened to the girl who cried---</span><br/><br/>And then there it was; the rhythmic tapping of the arrows as they hit armor and rock and flesh and bone. The drums of war echoing about as sword with wood and stone clashed. Mindless ruffians; no there were darker in these woods. The sound had an intoxicating melody to it just the same; and it seeped into Evaâ€™s blood. This was the moment that she would prove to the party just how destructive she could be! She would tear them a part and splay their guts about the ground and bathe in the blood of her attackers. Yes, yes! This was the moment of clarity when her resolve strengthened; and the fresh sanguine licked scent of spilled blood in the air caused the apothecary to be filled with the spirit of war. This was her moment to shine! Yes, yes!  She summoned up every amount of her being for the task at hand and grit her teeth in preparation. This would be the most difficult thing she would ever have to do; as her mind lingered upon just how rending he flesh and falling them from the trees would feel. Just one defining moment and they would be dead at her hands. Yes! She could do it, she reaffirmed. She slowly put one foot forward deliberately; it had all built up to this.<br/><br/>She took in a deep breath; peering at the battle field from the shelter of her cloak.<br/><br/>Yes. This was it.<br/><br/>Hell would break loose and she would unleash the cataclysm upon the battlefield.<br/><br/>Moment of truth. Breath in.<br/><br/>â€œI think Iâ€™ll take you up on that offer now.â€<br/><br/>She hid behind Quinn.