Kayla felt her blood racing in her veins as she followed the others out. It was some time since her body had felt so alive, and the prospect of a battle where she did not need to hold back aroused her even further. The aftermath of battle always dimmed the memory of the euphoric rush at the outset, but it all came back to her at once as Maelstrom seemed to leap into her hands of it's own accord. Her magic leapt into the blade with almost sexual energy, the runes blazing along its length and matching those shining across her own dust streaked skin. She skipped out the flank as the other elves surged into the horde confronting them, causing chaos in the centre. The Storm elf slipped swiftly around the right side, along the tunnel wall where it widened, keeping clear of the weapons of the others.<br/><br/>Several hissing warriors turned to meet her, their sharp teeth and gleaming eyes highlighted in the dim light. The creatures reminded her of the swamps of the southlands, Kayla's skin crawling a little as the memory of her scout party being ambushed by lizardmen resurfaced. She shook herself mentally and took a firmer grip on the hilt of the curve of steel held before her. These creatures were different, larger and less fluid, their scales appearing stone-like and barely gleaming. Despite their eagerness to join battle, Kayla sensed some hesitancy in the group. They were used to dealing with single escapees, or mostly shattered foes, not fully armed warriors. And yet their bloodlust drove them onward, and four of the creatures boiled toward her.<br/><br/>Kayla let loose a sharp cry of aggression, her body and sword seeming to weigh less than a feather as her magic pounded within her. She whipped out her long knife, a second curve of razor sharp steel. The elf spun into the group, ducking low beneath the first swipe of a sword and twirling, blades both biting and barely slowing as the carved shallow slices into the ropey muscle of the creature's thighs. It was not a killing wound but it didn't need to be as the lizard went down with an inhuman shriek and it's fellows trampled it as they clawed for her. Kayla's spin continued and she rose up, slicing upward across the body of the next scaled shape to reach her. It went down without a sound as the smaller blade spilled it's intestines out in a bloody knot, the eager sword completing the job as it's chest, throat and maw became a bloody mess.<br/><br/>She felt a spray of green blood touch her cheek, stinging slightly as her coated weapons glowed with the strange fluid. She spent know time worrying about it though, her movements continuous, like a flowing dance. She did not linger, simply allowing the creatures to surge as she spun around and between them, never appearing where they expected, and never staying long enough to be engaged. Her outright kills were few and far between, but she inflicted horrible damage. A clawed hand twitching on the floor, severed hamstrings, slashes and gashes spilling blood all across the rocky floor. By the time the creatures pulled back from the deadly whirling elf, they were being slaughtered by the elves at the front as well as the Storm elf moving amongst them.<br/><br/>Panting and spattered with green, Kayla melted away to reappear behind the others. She was nursing a small slash near one shoulder where she had been caught, and a shallow gash above her eye. She eyed the opposition as she bound a silk cloth about her brow to stop blood running into her eye. There were more bodies out there but beginning to fall back, dismayed at the aggression and skill being thrown against them. She knew they would follow their larger master where they were able, but pressed hard enough they would find other ways through the caverns. "Ayesha! Can we drive them back with your shields? I think we may be able to push through now!"<br/><br/><br/>