[b]"Don't ye be getting too cozy with me, elf."[/b]  Nariah grumbled bitterly to the pointy-eared mage while adjusting her shield, her eyes of frozen ice forward with a blood-filled glare unto the abyssal creature massing before the lowly band of adventurers they were.  [b]"We may be working together now, but don't expect it again, ye hear me lad?"[/b]  Nariah, of course she would rail against the idea to work together, even after she was the one who opposed the damn proposition to the rest.  Unfortunately that meant having to work together...with a damned elf of all creatures, worse than the behemoth in the frigid woman's hateful, glaring eyes.  [b]"Aye.  Sounds like a good plan we got going here."[/b]  Boldly she stated, yet before her gaze fell upon Miss Nimblefingers, their surly brigand, [b]"And ye sneak-thief, I'll be keeping me eye on ye.  Don't be pulling any of yer tricks, or I'll hunt ye down meself.  As for the rest of ye surly dogs, let's kill this damn thing and send him to Tha'agorn on a plate!  Við Sigr!"[/b]  With a mighty war cry in her native language, the warrior rose her shield and clanged her sword against it, an old ritual of the Dunenemer warriors before battle, but as the woman turned...her eyes were met by a harrowing sight.

The healing lady and the monk, the two fools had broken away from their rank, and now...they were staring death in the face...quite literally.  [b]"By Auriem!  Ye fools!"[/b]  Nariah growled and already she was making her way across the field to their side, shouting back to Finn and Conan, [b]"Pointy ears!  Woodsman! Keep that beast distracted!  I'm going for 'em!"[/b]