The Elf wasted not a second when Luna offered her the spare underwear, the woman was certainly gifted with an alluring figure, bountiful breasts that could barely fit into the bra that Luna gave her, despite as much as she tried. She handed it back with a resentful sigh, as if the day could get any worse for her .“<span style="color: magenta">T-t-thank you...” </span>Despite her stuttering, she forced a small yet warming smile before forcing herself to her feet and looking for the nearest weapon. A ritual dagger was the only claim she could make, runic symbols printed on each side of the blade, slender and straight for precision and accuracy. She watched Luna approach the tent door silently, clutching the bloodsoaked blade tighter to her chest. She didn't think that she would be overcome with dread to watch Luna leave, wondering if the next few amount of breaths she'll be taking would be her last.<br/><br/>The fighting before Luna was intense, the battle looking more like a gauntlet of blades than it was frenzied pit of bodies. Strikes from the bandits seemed to go carelessly, swinging back and forth in large and wide swings, hoping much to kill anyone who would even attempt to strike them from any other direction. The constant flurry of wild swings could potentially harm anyone within the vicinity, and they hoped on it. Either way, the chaos felt heavy here.<br/><br/>Tom turned to look at Luna as she stepped out from the tent, his eyes widen in fear as she made her presence amongst the torn and bloody pulps of so called -bodies- that littered the ground. The same face covered in blood, the same Elf that was cast afloat with the malefic dark energies. The moment was brief, but only confusion took him as to witness a more cautious being now. Still, he watched on as more and more women escaped from the tent, noticing the lack of gear on one of them, clenching a small object close to her chest. The mans own gear was tended no doubt, one of the very few who had a blade that was actually cared for, with only guard training to his name, he knew how to parry the blows of crazed swings. It was perhaps the only reason he was alive, but now he had spotted another, and a way to finally get out. “<span style="color: blue">Those Blood Mages think they got all the pieces...” </span>He digs into his pocket to ensure the item was still present, heaving a quiet sigh to feel the object is still there “<span style="color: blue">I do wonder what price I could get for this</span>.”<br/><br/>As the final woman left, perhaps a sight to behold more than any of the others combined, a .. Qunari woman? Kossith? There was no way he would be able to meet up with the front of the group, but he could slink behind them and even try to assist the Kossith... Either way, he knew an opportunity when he saw one and this was it.<br/><br/>With haste, he hurried to join them.<br/><br/>The tent wrought up a large inferno as flame engulfed it, drawing the attention of nearby bandits. “<span style="color: gray">It's the witch! She'll kill us all</span>!” Familiar cries rose from the chaotic horde and even some taking the chance to even flee from the scene, others taking the advantage to follow through and drive their rusted blades through their prey. For most, the bloodlust seemed to have taken them, losing their minds in the confusion, their only attention being focused on the next bandit who would raise a blade to him in a paniced frenzy.<br/><br/>As effective as it was to remove some bandits from the scene, other bandits turned towards Atashi and her company now alit from the fiery beacon, and the small number of them began their charge at them in a manical sprint, waving their weapons furiously in the air like a baby would a rattle. They ran more like crazed Darkspawn than they did men at this point. Beyond them however, an opening could be seen as the corpses of bandits alike littered the floor to open darkness. There was no telling where it would lead however...<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Ser Katharine looked around Greenvale as the men and women of the town rejoiced in trumiph and victory. It was always a welcoming sight to behold, the happiness of men and women that had managed to protect something they loved, the feeling of victory was definitely one to behold but it seemed the villagers had forgotten about the threat from the north. Katharine granted it a moments thought but knew what she thought as her body remained tense and uneasy. A dreading thought attempted to burrow into her mind, but she cast it aside with a single shake of her head<span style="color: red"><i>We should've died today.. with these numbers... </i></span>Her face remained stoic however, stubborn as always as she lifted herself onto her nearby steed.<br/><br/>Knight Captain Jaeron was quick to greet her along with the remaining handful of his Templars as she managed to haul her fatigued body onto the back of the horse. The man was soaked in blood, there was no question and she didn't find it surprising to witness a figure who seemed unmoved to the cheering cries of the villagers, even though the recent victory sang so clearly around them.<br/>“<span style="color: orange">Where are you going?” </span>He said it bluntly. It seemed Jaeron knew as well as her that this was just a respite from the next potential battle. “<span style="color: orange">We need to gather ourselves if the assault from the north finally arrives. Shall I make the call</span>?”<br/><br/>There was a slight pause as Katharine straightened herself up on her steed, looking over the cheering men and women. All in all, Katharine knew the man wasn't making a suggestion, it was as if he was giving the order itself and expected her to follow. This was his town to protect afterall, and eventually she nodded in response.“<span style="color: red">Gather all you can then, Knight Captain Jaeron. Prepare to defend the north. Maker forbid they do not show...”<br/>
</span><br/>“<span style="color: orange">Maker forbid..</span>.” Repeated Jaeron. “But first, we'll give them a few minutes, these are not warri---” There was a pause in his words, noticing Katharines gaze had turned from him as well as the instant silence that hung in the air. Turning towards the direction that Katharine had looked and his hand found itself instantly resting on the hilt of his blade, as it did with the rest of the remaining Templars.<br/><br/>Barbarian... Katharine thought, her body had quickly maintained a strong posture, but she did not look down at the barbarian, instead to meet his gaze as he approached her. The gruelsome sight of the head he carried with her was enough to make some of the nearby villagers gag and retch, but she knew the face he carried with her, and from the look of Jaeron, so did he. They remained silent as the man walked past them towards the well. It was perhaps wrong for her to admire the man as water washed over him, watching the water rinse over the hardened and muscle figure. He certainly looked human...<br/><br/>With a brief glance at the head that now laid at her horses feet, she listened to his demands and she looked to Jaeron in response, who in turn had kept his gaze solely on the man no doubt the entire time. With a sigh, she looked over the crowd with an inspecting browse over the men and woman who had fought so hard for their home before casting her gaze back onto the titan of a man.<br/>“<span style="color: red">You have killed the Bandit Chief Argin, for that we are thankful. We have many questions for you, but firstly... what entitles you to your demands? We will soon prepare to defend against the north and you expect to take some of our strongest. Why? Explain yourself, Barbarian</span>.”<br/><br/>The man had killed a very strong enemy and the moment he spoke, she knew exactly where the screams and roars had come from before. This man was a killing machine, tempered by blood and steel. But still, in front of all these men and women, she would not back down, even to the Maker himself! She had to be strong for them, a figure that should not crumble. But deep down in her heart, she knew she felt fear to the haunting eyes of the man.<br/><br/>As Katharine spoke however, the crowd began to utter quietly to raise a level of muttering in the crowd. They now knew that the threat was not over.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">So much for the moments respite...<br/>
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