With a sigh, Cortae settled her bow across her shoulder and moved amongst the bodies, well to the two she dispatched.  Easing the arrows from them, while also looking them over, seeing what they carried with them.  "Nasty little buggers." she comments to herself.  She looks down to the animal following her, "It's gonna be a long night Kitten." She then drew her sword, and began to decapitate the enemy bodies, lightly singing a little tune in draconic about glorious battle.  She pauses, looking over at Luthor and Anya, "How would you like me to help?  Only thing I am skilled in would be to help her off to the next point in her existence, and shuffle her loose this mortal coil." she says with soft smile, "I am not skilled in the arts of healing, not something I learned much of."<br/><br/>Appraise: 17(1d20)+4(ability)=21<br/>Perform: 14(1d20)+3(skill)+4(ability)=21