"Better than the idiots who thought they could stop me... "

[i]“That sounds about right”[/i]

Liaena thought as she studied the mounds of bones that littered the floor. Tracking with her eyes were the piles were thickest up to where a balcony was built out of the wall above them, she eyed the trickles of deep red blood that were running down the side and dripping down onto their level. Stepping back to get a better look, her hopes faded into nothing as she picked out a tuft of brown hair, and clearly humanish features. [i]“Dammit”[/i]

“Hey, was there anyone else in here?”

This question was directed at Vashi, who had disentangled herself from the horsehead and was busy bashing it into non-animation with the end of her staff. Glancing at Liaena, her interests in playing up the magnitude of the host they had quelled clearly overwhelmed her sensitivities in talking to a human. “Ohhh, yeah. They ran in fear rather than face the wrath of my Mistress. Human filth, fel na-thar!”

“Uhuh”

Cupping a hand around a bleeding injury on her chest, Serphia was clearly injured and pretending that she didn’t care. Liaena walked over to the elf to stop in front of her about a meter away, just about out of grabbing range. Looking at Serphia she studied the elf’s body language carefully, ready to beat a rapid retreat backwards if she spontaneously decided to make a lunge for her. “I could take a look at that for you”

Giving the growing spread of blood a pointed look; Liaena looked up to meet Serphia’s eyes and raised an eyebrow at her. From the glare she received in return, it was probably a massive elven faux pas to insinuate that the great and powerful sentinel captain was even capable of shedding blood, much less to a mere human. If that were in fact true, Liaena couldn’t bring herself to care as she spread out her arms in the universal ‘shrug’ motion. “You know. [i]If[/i] you want me to.”