<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Larissa cursed as her handaxe fell short of her target, but as the brute fell back toward the river, her own legs gave out and she was brought down onto one knee. "Damn it!" she screamed. All she could do was watch helplessly as the remaining forces forded the river and escaped.<br/><br/>"...now Pinna," Larissa muttered through gritted teeth. "How many friends must I lose?"<br/><br/>Pushing herself to her feet, Larissa picked up her other sword and moved toward the edge of the river. She was in no shape to pursue - she was taxed beyond her limits and didn't like her chances against a rank and file White Tusk, much less the brute or the warspeaker. She would watch, being mindful of their movements and where they were disappearing toward. Begrudgingly, she sheathed her Fang and Claw and turned back to face the others.<br/><br/>"The village - what else did they take?"