<span style="font-weight: bold">Eowyn</span><br/><br/>"Evil," I murmur, licking my lips. "It makes me<span style="font-style: italic">hungry</span>," I say, prancing forward, slipping my greatsword from my back as I charge down on the foul green chicken...<br/><br/>OOC: I assume I'm double-moving to close the distance at first, then I'll charge in next round.