(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/890/275/large/pablo-fernandez-dragon-rider-final-3.jpg?1502037399)<br/><strong>Wrath<br/>Road to the Valenlands<br/>Tag: Taris</strong><br/>Wrath- Combat theme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViIWrFABZmQ)<br/><em>Initiative Order: Taris -&gt; Wrath (Bleeding, Raging, heavily injured)</em><br/><br/>When Taris proclaimed that she got more, Wrath's expression changed to one contorted by utter.. battlelust. "A har har harrrr DAT'S DA SPIRIT! DIS BLOOD OF YERS IS JUST DA PRICE YA PAY TA FIGHT TA YER FULLEST!" She laughed out merrily.<br/><br/>And that laughter, just kept going, even as arrows embedded into her flesh, Jeska Dragonfist, the Sin of wrath.. seemed to love every second of this. one striking her shoulder, another cutting wraths neck and flying on, not without another splash of blood. "For the Glory of Battle, A fight until A die! Never needed me a reason, never been askin' why!"<br/><br/>And somehow, once more, she dashed past any illusions, and cut her sword directly against Taris, that scarred weapon wielded with unholy might creaking and straining against Wraths weapon.. and tearing in protest, as Taris, with a sidestep, avoided a likely lethal blow, as the very earth cracked under Wraths weapon and dirt splattered in all directions.<br/>(Impressively, your improved ac now was just high enough to avoid Wraths attack on a low roll. However, Taris has been disrobed, her armor gaining the broken condition!)<br/><br/>"Hahaharr.. Nice." Wrath commented, taking in Taris sight before her and giving a wink at Taris and what little of her bodysuit remained unshattered by the clash of force and magic, before looking down on herself, grabbing all the arrows imbedded in her at once, pulling them out with a painful looking tearing motion and an ever so slight uffing on her end, dropping them, and slowly walking behind Taris.<br/>"But if ya keep backing up, ye'll run into da line of trees ahead and be unable ta run anymore... or run outta arrows.." She pointed to the ones she'd dropped on the ground. Was she offering the ammunition back to Taris?<br/><br/>"A can't have dat. Not when A've been having the most fun in da last.. 'A dunno, decade or somesuch." She mused. She was obviously bloody. Hurting. Yet, Taris had heard of such a thing before. Everyone knew the stories of the fierce Wildlands berserkers, ignoring any pain and injury to themselfs during the heat of battle, only to fall over dead once the carnage had ended. Although, this one seemed to be an extreme example. If she hadn't been, the barbarians would have conquered this world already.