Not one to waste an opportunity, Freya decided to go after the soldiers that survived -- yet were still trapped -- by Jericho's Blizzara spell. [b]"Phew,"[/b] she whistled, [b]"almost makes me wish I specialized in that kind of flashy magic."[/b]

She approached the soldier nearest to her, who had his arms free. He swung at her with his sword, but Freya swatted it away with her left gauntlet. She stepped behind him and embraced his neck. With a violent twist, she drew out a short yelp followed by a loud crack.

A soldier who saw this started struggling, and managed to crack and shatter the ice at his feet. [b]"Die!"[/b] he cried, as he charged at her, sword drawn.

[b]"Oh, I like this."[/b] she said with a smile. [b]"Come, then!"[/b]

The soldier swung down at her, and Freya blocked with her left gauntlet. Though the gauntlet's metal protected her from any serious injury, it was still a painful affair, and she grunted as she flung the blade away and stepped to the right to avoid the possibility of being stabbed with a counter. As she shifted, she reared back her right fist and jammed the spike of the gauntlet through the soldier's visor, causing him to stagger backward and clutch his face -- she had managed to poke out his eye and draw a considerable amount of blood, and the poison started slowly eating away at his body.

Freya smirked and stepped forward to deliver the finisher, but was surprised when the soldier managed to compose himself enough to flail his sword in her direction. The blade slashed her across the collarbone -- inches away from her neck. It was a shallow cut -- drawing only a few drops of blood -- but it was enough to stop Freya in her tracks and draw her lips up in a smile.

[b]"An excellent attempt!"[/b] she cheered the soldier's effort in earnest, while he was nearly doubled over in pain. [b]"You may take your accomplishment to the afterlife! If you have the strength, try and finish me off!"[/b]

She stepped forward with her fists raised, but the poison burned at the soldier's insides. He couldn't muster an attack, so Freya ended it by driving her left gauntlet through the soldier's stomach and kicking him back. He fell and writhed on the ground, no longer any threat since the blood loss and poison would claim the last bits of his life in seconds.

With no soldiers around Freya felt the cut the soldier had left her. It stung a bit, and she steeled herself. The next group wouldn't be caught off-guard by a sudden break-in, and she would need some extra protection. When the time came, she would need to shield herself with a Protect spell. In the meantime, she felt the need to regroup with her comrades.

Freya appeared by Gracelyn, and watched her with curiosity. [b]"Tasting blood, huh?"[/b] she asked. Both of her gauntlets were bloodied and she kept them held down loosely at her side, leaving a trail of red drops wherever she walked. [b]"Well, I guess if someone eats your body's home cooking, it's only fair to take some of theirs. I prefer my meat well-done, though."[/b]