Irina stood waiting for the next opponent to arrive as she had her back to another rock. "this...is much different than i would have expected" she quitely stated to herself as she stared at the crimson fluid dripping from her sword. her father had always told her that human lives were far too easy to take and she had always said he was joking but now she realized just how easy it was to take a life without feeling any remorse for it. that soldier had been her first kill and the horse of the cavelier had been her second stroke at bloodfilled creatures. she wasn't sure whether she liked the simplicity of it all or not.