A grim, righteous smile curled Ariel's lips as she drew her long, strangely-edged sword, clasping it in both hands. She bursts forward in a flurry of feathers, past Orlando to the second Hezrou -- her attacks were not wide and sweeping, like the dark-armored warrior's, however. Despite the length of her blade, she had an unusual style with it, like a blend of fervorous, winged dancing and fencing, but with a longer blade and a few more inward slashes. If Orlando's fullblade were a clydesdale, her courtsword was assuredly a unicorn, and she brought it down on the hezrou with every ounce of holy mania she could summon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>