<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/eb/d8/a4/ebd8a42bc4db97868155efa9388ad1ef.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Myrina Valda<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Them Trees<br/><strong>Quest:</strong>Witch Rescue<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Orcs<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The beasts laughed at her threats, and attempted to mock her. They even tried to scare her with their old, filthy weapons, while swinging their unimpressive tools around. Myrina for her part, used the moment to knock some mud off her boots with the tip of her ax, and paid little mind to what they actually said. She treated it more like some mongrel dog barking at her. Ignore the behavior, assert your dominance. That's how you treat wild beasts, and that's just what these three were to her. Untamed beasts, barely subhuman, and in need of euthanizing. Of course when BJ perked up with his revelation, Myrina just sneered.<em>Ok, no need to worry about killing that one first…</em><br/><br/>She was just deciding which of the other two to set her sights on when a ruckus broke out. The slug in the middle began roaring in pain as some kind of projectile hit him in the back. Then that guy from the pub jumped out of the trees and started attacking.<br/>Myrina just sighed. This was why you don't butt in on someone else's mission. Who knows if her hidden archer would take this new person as a threat...if she were to ever fire, that is… Now it was up to her to make sure the one up the witch's butt didn't do anything to him. Or at the very least, fall down and crush the boy.<br/><br/>In a snap, Myrina sprinted forward, while Kalin continued to run wild, letting out a deep roar of firy energy as she charged the orc holding Bastion. Just a few steps away, she lept high into the air, her sword in front of her, horizontally, her ax raised high above her head. She used a wide swinging with her blade to swipe away any attempt the wounded and confused brute made with his daggers, just to swing her ax down like the king of butchers.<br/><strong>"HYAAAA!"</strong><br/><br/>When her ax struck the top of the orc's head, it split his face in twain. Then as she continued down to the ground she would yank him forward to fall toward her. The last thing she wanted was for him to fall back and potentially impale Bastion with whatever was currently sticking out of his back. Then she would thrust her body forward, shoving her shoulder into the dead thing's body to keep him up, which actually put her face to face with her bound up witch friend.<br/><br/>With her face barely an inch from Bastion's she grinned at him. A particularly smug and self satisfied grin. The sort of grin that said<em>"I won't say I told you so…"</em><br/>"To answer your question, Christmas is that special time of year when I show up to save your cute little ass, from a bunch of monsters. Then you repay me by riding my dick like you're traveling the Neverending Trail…"<br/>With her sword she began slicing away the straps that held Bastion to the monster. She also gave him a quick look over before adding "...after you take a bath, that is."