<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Shyvana_small.png)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>:<br/>Calanthe<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Everyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Tsunderes are vulnerable to head pats, right?<br/><hr/>Calanthe took another swing down at the hellhound to make absolute sure it was dead, spilling what was left of its blood and watching the ashes where it had been burned float away. She looked about quickly to see if there were any other attackers - particularly the archers that they might have missed. Once she was sure that everyone was fine and that the enemy were routed, a quick burst of white flame cleaned all the blood, sweat, debris and hobgoblin guts off of her, and she shouldered her sword and reached over to ruffle Excellence's hair.<br/><br/>"You might fuss, but when there's real trouble you'll rush in to save us," she said, beaming, and probably doing a good job of mussing up the tiefling's immaculately-coiffed locks in her affection, "besides, who ever heard of a hero who runs away when the villains start to make a tactical withdrawal?"<br/><br/>Oh! She looked in the direction that Aubry had gone to have a spectacular duel with the enemy commander. "Aubry, is everything all right over there?" she called out.