Flaming blades struck outward in a vicious dance of death, the Kossith weaving her own path through the crazed mob and leaving enough room for others to follow. Her swords deflecting the bandit's strikes and cleaving through their armor. Blood arching from the wounds as men fell to gash and flame. The few blows striking against her arms and chest ignored, her armor shielding the most of the damage as her magic fueled onslaught through the brigands continued. "<span style="color: DarkRed">Fools are moths to a flame.</span>"<br/><br/>She didn't stop, or look back until the mob was broken and the group beyond the camp. Once the foes had stopped coming Atashi shook her head to clear her thoughts, dispelling the flames around her swords as she sheathed them and crouched. "<span style="color: DarkRed">Which way to that town? I think being free of this camp should be first.</span>" Running a hand through her hair, she sighed and grabbed her hood, pulling it up. "<span style="color: DarkRed">And a place to wash and rest would be appreciated.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>