<span style="color: #FF0000">Fenharel stared in shock as Upterra's ruler was murdered before his eyes. The entire movement had seemed in slow motion, and now that the knife was being withdrawn and the blood poured out, he looked towards Tasia just in time to see her charging the group of murderers. For a few more seconds he was still too shocked to move, but he quickly regained his composure and dove into the fray with the rest of the group, swinging blade and dagger in arcs and thrusts that usually ended in death. He kept himself on the fringes, attacking his foes from behind, beneath, and the side, but hardly ever head on. He always found he was most effective sneaking up on enemies when fighting in a group.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Ellaria felt a tinge of sadness for the man and Taisa, who had clearly known him, but she didn't let that slow her down. She set her face into a snarl and reached into her pack to draw a vial of poison. She dipped her blades in the green-tinged liquid and began to swing her blades in a flurry, never stopping to make sure her opponents were dead or not. As long as she cut them, she knew the poison would finish them off in a matter of minutes.</span>