<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Trebuchet ms;">Heaving with the effort of fending off the possessed, Ellone re-tightened her grip around her heavy hammer and shrugged her shield up to brace it against her shield in preparation for the next series of blows. Her stance was weakened, but she’d die before she allowed that <em>thing</em> touch Celestanon, the fallen sister she stood protectively over. She tugged the hammer back, ready to swing wide when she heard new commotion on her flank. Her eyes flitted to the side and watched as a wave of Skaven warriors washed over her enemies and began dispatching them.<br/><br/>For the briefest of moments she was thankful to the ratkin, thankful her enemies were being dispatched; such hope washed away when she realized that most likely she traded one enemy for another, a fresher and unwounded enemy. The cultist before her was put down and her eyes met Jinto’s, smoldering with fervent desperation; she would strike if she needed to. But the order to tend to her sisters caught the maiden off guard and her shield slipped from her arm, clattering to the ground. “Why..?” She questioned, still holding the hammer tight.<br/><br/>The remaining sisters were weary, wounded, but they would survive their injuries with some care and reprieve from battle. The cult had been sloppy, dropping the victims but not finishing them in favor of dealing with those still standing. No doubt the finish them all off after the battle had been won.</span>