The Drow/light elf halfbreed hated being followed, and yet despite all of her considerable tricks, the orcs on her trail were still coming on her trail wherever she went.  Sure it was three against one, more than fair odds when you were trained by Drizzt Do'Urden himself, but she had far more important things to worry about this night, mainly that giant flash of light that she had seen from her camp.  Even from the distance it had been, the sudden flash had temporarily blinded her brown, light sensitive eyes, and she was determined to find out who or what had caused it and set them straight if it was hostile.  Smelling the death of three orcs long before she saw them, the woman stops and climbs the nearest tree, losing her pursuers in the process as her brown eyes light up in the darkness, allowing her to penetrate even the deepest of shadows.<br/><br/><em>Two dead by the sword, and recent as well.  What is up ahead though?  A town, out here?</em>The buildings were strange even for this world, made of materials she had yet to see before.  There were many bright lights in this place as well, making even some of the most advanced cities she has been to in this world pale by comparison.  She fought the urge to give a whistle of admiration, knowing she was still in danger as the three orcs that had followed her up until now charged ahead foolishly.  The ambush was only completed by the sudden appearance of a strange metal carriage that had multicolored lights upon the top of its roof, and the warrior couldn't pass up the opportunity to strike as she landed upon the lead orc's back, her blades already at the thing's neck and opening it wide.  Before it fell to the ground in a heap, Giselle was already up and off the thing's back in a backflip, landing on her feet the next moment as she watched the other two turn too slowly to do anything as she charged ahead, her whirling scimitar blades stealing the life from the other two as they fell, bearing multiple slashes to their chests and stomachs in the next five seconds.  When it was over, Giselle cleaned her father's blades upon the grass before approaching the strange carriage, wondering what else this night would hold for her.