<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>As the figure bounds away, Tashiel takes a few steps in pursuit, still holding her fullblade at the ready.  She stops, though, peering out into the woodland, her hazel eyes narrowing.  Finally, she shakes her head.  "It's over."  Turning to Senna, she gives the other woman a grave nod.  "Well done."<br/><br/>First things first.  Setting her fullblade on a nearby stump, Tashiel pulled at the ties of her leather skirt, adjusting it into place around her narrow waist.  It held, but only just, some of the ties still broken, leaving more of her legs bared, almost up to the curve of her hips.  That done, she walks back to where the fight had begun.  Tashiel spares a glance at the fallen druid, but no more than that.  He'd obviously been killed instantly.  Retrieving her top, she goes through the same procedure, covering her chest.  It, too, was still damaged, the ties in the front loose, her impressive breasts straining against them, barely contained.<br/><br/>Wordlessly, Tashiel bends down, picking up Senna's skirt.  She holds it out to the other woman, her expression unreadable.  "They fought... unusually."  She says in her soft voice.  It seemed she had a gift for understatement.