She bowed herself at the okay from the Champion. She shall prove herself to him.

She watched the enemies on the other side fire an arrow at a random direction almost hitting one of his own, she smirked, and a soft giggle came from the bottom of her throat. If the enemies were as skilled as he is, this should be easy for them.

The Myrmidon spoke to her shrugging at her idea on staying next to his side. He called her a spell spitter, she smiles. the man calls himself Jerod. "Good to have your approval Jerod, now let's smite and stab people." She remarked in a lighthearted manner. She ran to the left side, fast enough to avoid arrows and spells if they were to use them but slow enough for Jerod to fallow suit.