The elf lifts her blood-caked face and stares at Aeryn's approach, her face swiveling back and forth between the mounted goblins, the drow, and the human woman.  Her hazel eyes blink, vision bleary with fatigue, and she tenses and clenches her breath at the effort of focusing-- of holding still long enough to make sense out of what she's seeing.  Naked women..?  Wolf-riding goblins?  And one of those vile dark elves?  Aeryn's body is a blur, and the tall, wiry elf actually snickers aloud.  "Now this is a welcome dream..." she hoists her axe in both hands, setting her feet and preparing to move into combat.  "Alright, you black... shit of a... drow... cunt..."  She begins breathing faster, sweat mixing with the blood on her tensing muscles, glimmering contours against the muck on her bronze skin.  "Let's go."<br/><br/>She shifts her shoulder and swivels her hip, axe now at the ready-- but instead of the wolf-riding goblins-- she figures them to be the first to attack-- it looks like one of the nude women is charging her.  Her strides are like a city-dweller... crossing the uneven roots desperately fast, hair streaming, pumping her arms for speed like a child running a race.  The dark-skinned elf straightens her back and takes a sharp breath as a flash of recognition strikes.<i>I know her... she's... </i>The barbarian's confused mind momentarily relinquishes its defensive control, and she doesn't attack like the wild animal she is... well, not just yet.<br/><br/>Lifting her axe, she intercepts the naked girl, bending and driving forward with her lean and hard frame to cast all her force behind the haft of the weapon, which she uses like a shield to drive her back on her heels.  She hears Aeryn's words, but can't make sense enough to comply.  She can only stare back in disbelief at the woman, unwilling to harm her and unable to accept that she is real.