The worgen woman suddenly sprinted past him, pouncing at a skeleton that had just creeped up from behind a rock. She tore it apart with her bare claws, gnawing at one of the bones almost like a feral of her kin might - not that many, if any, were left. She glanced back to the caster, smirking softly, before drawing her daggers and spinning, turning back to the battle. She sliced and slashed without aim, relying more on the<i>chance </i>of hitting an enemy than being sure to hit.<br/><br/>She then glanced to Baine, her eyes growing wide in horror as he collapsed, rushing over to defend him with several others...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>