<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/a8/81/92a881fbbe9147ff8094769d7509184a.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Ilya Wor</strong><br/><strong>Venturing Forth</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirss; Orcs; All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The strange behavior from the green-haired elf left her staring down at her in complete confusion, too baffled to pull away or say anything when the small woman put something in her hair.  Once the elf moved on to speak to someone else, she reached up to lightly touch the flower, face flushing again faintly with a glance at Temerity.  Clearing her throat, she squared her shoulders and spoke gruffly, reaching up to adjust the positioning of her bow.  "No need to thank me.  My father's the one who taught me that you can't change who or what you are, so anyone who judges you based on that is an ignorant cuss unworthy of your time and attention."<br/><br/>Any other pearls of wisdom she might have shared were interrupted by the filthy, yet familiar, words of Orcish.  She didn't bother trying to negotiate or reason with the Orc men, their words narrowing her eyes and causing her hand to immediately move for her greataxe.  Striding forth to stand with the pretty, strange fire-haired creature and the delicate-looking Paladin, she drew the large weapon and grunted loudly as she slammed her closed fist hard against her breast-bone.  No words necessary.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fight</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Ilya doesn't fight fancy.  However, given she grew up amongst Orcs, she knows how they fight and how to counter it.  She uses her greataxe and moves around the battlefield as much as possible, taking on as many of the orcs as possible to protect the smaller, weaker party members.  She's skillful, surprisingly dexterous and fast, but brutal and ugly...not afraid to get messy.<br/><br/>- Greataxe (+4; 1d12+2)</div></div>