Everything was going just as Nariah had planned it in that snap decision. Soon the elf had caught onto her and there before the woman lied a smooth, glistening path of fresh, frozen ice, perfect to aid her momentum further, but of course not alone. Surely she couldn't just step out onto the ice in her heavy, steel greaves and expect to maintain a perfect balance. Worst case scenario, the warrior would slip up the instant her foot touched the hard, polished surface and on her ass she would be making a fool of herself, and unfortunately poor Nimblefingers would be in the stomach of the beast by then too. No, what she needed was the ice not to push herself forward...but her shield as well. [b]"Alright! Here goes!"[/b] With a mighty grunt she threw the heavy shield onto the ice path and leaped onto it as it slid hastily down the way towards the lumbering beast, the chilled winds whipping past her ears with such velocity the frozen pathway carried her unto the massive creature. Once she was within range of the behemoth, she quickly sheathed her sword behind her back and brandished her war axe. Twas a small blade, but effective, especially for what she had in store next for the beast, an old trick when hunting mammoths upon the frost laden tundras of the old north lands. Without hesitation she dove unto the monstrosity and buried her axe deep into its thick hide, eliciting a horrid wail of pain from its infernal gaping jaws. It thrashed and writhed, the woman holding on for dear life. Luckily the blade never slipped, only serving to deepen its pronged shape into the flesh of the behemoth. Then, with a tight grasp onto it's skin, Nariah hoisted herself onto its mighty back and clawed her way towards its gargantuan skull. [b]"Mage! Find some way to slow this bastard down! I'm going for its head!"[/b] She hollered to Finn before jamming her axe once more for a hold, slowly but surely making her way towards the creature's cranium, where one fell blow would be all she needed....if she could keep hanging onto the damn thing.