Twas as though the mighty steel hammer of the Forge God had slammed against her brawn and all and tossed her through the crumbling wood and smoldering ash of the burning house, for Nariah was indeed thunderstruck by the unrelenting force of the behemoth's claw.  For a while or so her vision was blurry, the bodies of her "companions" and the stoking flames eating away at the village around her, nothing more but abstract, bleary shapes moving and undulating about and causing the warrior woman to grasp her head spiked with such a pain.  [b]"Agh...by the gods...[/b]  The woman groaned and lifted her head from the pile of debris she laid in, already her armor scorched to an even duller shade of gray, such as the pristine white of her hair...now caked with a smelling concoction of blood, dirt and ash, the very same that marred her face.  As the rest of her battered figure rose, her vision soon returned to normal, just in the nick of time to see the healer approaching her.  My...if it wasn't for the fact Nariah could recognize the rather...charming lass, she would've assumed she had died upon the battlefield and Tha'agorn's shield-maiden was rushing forth with the light of Altia at her back, to ferry the weary woman to Hall up High..where she would drink, feast, and sing with her fellow kinsmen forever.  Unfortunate it wasn't the case, but at least the woman was assured..she lived to fight another day.  

[b]"Ugh...I'm alright, lass."[/b]  With a bit of a pained grunt and a grimace to an ache shooting through her chest, Nariah staggered against the cumbersome weight of her armor and rose to her feed addressing Adelisa with a half-hearted grin.  [b]"It's only a scratch.  No need to waste yer breath on me.  Save it for the others."[/b]  Then, she turned to the ranger named Conan, the one who asked if she still breathed.  [b]"Aye woodsman, and I can still stand too in case ye haven't noticed."[/b]  She replied popping her shoulder back into place and cracking a few bones in her neck while grabbing up her sword and shield.  [b]"But if we keep this up, none of us are gonna be breathin' fer a while.  That damn beast!  There's no way one man...or woman..can take it on their own.  Never been my intention in the first place, but...if we want to send that bastard back into the Abyss...we're gonna have to work together..."[/b]  It was a prospect she was begrudging to admit.  Nariah...she always tried to be outfront, always tried to display the strength she carried, even being so brash as to charge headlong into the face of imminent demise...course that only worked on your typical rowdy band of brigands and cuthroats.  However, that tactic was proved folly against the wretched behemoth.  As much as she loathed the idea, the woman had no choice.  None of them did.  Twas either band together....or die.