[color=6ecff6]"C'mon."[/color] Joseph muttered as he brushed past her. She was used to not being trusted, in fact, it felt better this way. To her, it meant that she didn't have to trust him in return. [color=darkcyan][i]Always with your back to the wall because not a single soul will cover it better.[/i][/color] Whether it was true or not, it was something she had faced many times. Violence was her life, she had known nothing else. All kindness ever was, was a bittersweet veil hiding the truth. 

But now was not the time for truths or tales. Something was going on and death hung heavily in the air. She followed Joseph and the others towards the chaos. There was a twitch in her hand which ached for her axe, but she steadied the anxious anticipation for battle. She had spent years learning to control the rage, the fire inside her and shadows that consumed her. She wouldn't have it all undone, not like this, not here. 

Just as they neared it all, a woman, looking completely disheveled, frantically came and grabbed a hold of Jason, running with him back into the shop. [color=darkcyan][i]His mother[/i][/color] she thought. He went with her so easily, reluctantly, like any child being torn away from a toy might, but without a fight or fuss. But then again, he seemed at such ease with these two. 

Soon enough, he came right back. She couldn't help but snicker, though her daydreams and idle thoughts were severed short as they reached the end of the alley way, now able to fully gaze over the chaos that ensued. Flaming skeletons rushing through town, trampling anyone they could in their way. And something ... something large and foul had gathered a few with weapons ready, over by the tavern, which now seemed to be nothing but a hunk of rubble, soot and flames tearing whatever was left down. The large and loud one from earlier was there accompanied by a couple of others. 

Guards had swarmed the city streets fighting back the minions that plowed out of the tavern. There were another two who seemed to have just entered the fight alongside the guards. A young girl flailing her spear through a few unfortunate foes, and an older man who was charging through with a sword. 

Strategics weren't her strong suit, not in large situations such as this anyway. But she tried to think of where she might be the most help. 

A bolt flew from some direction near her and suddenly there was an explosion from within the tavern. She ducked as if pieces of wood and other tavern remains went flying in every which direction. All of this in one day! There was a twitch of excitement as she pulled a large wrapped object from her back, her axe hidden under her cloak. It was simple enough. The shaft was about the length of her forearm, and wrapped with dark red and black cord. The rounded blades on each side were sharp and deadly, edges chipped here and there from use. Etched within the metal were odd markings; lines, void of any structure or straightness, going in every which direction colliding with each other. She was about to charge with it into a skeleton near the main group when she heard a cry for help near where the bolt had come from. [color=violet]"Help? Anyone!"[/color] She whirled quickly and moved in the direction of the voice. 

Swinging her axe, she managed to slice right into the midsection of one the skeletons, severing the body of flaming bones in half. She yanked the axe free of the flaming debris as the rest of the demon crumbled to the floor. A flash of surprise for a brief moment as she looked at the weapon. [color=darkcyan]"Well that was easier than I thought"[/color] she mumbled to herself, not realizing the power that had went into her swing. The adrenaline was rushing through her as she swung her axe into the remaining threat. The second one wasn't as easy to deal with as the first. Adapting to her movements, it seemed to evade almost all of her attacks. As mindless as they were, she realized this wasn't going to be that easy.  She had no choice but to do it. The skeleton took one last swing in attempting to kill Isabeau, and with that she shadow stepped around and behind him, dropping her axe to the floor and quickly reaching for the two daggers on her. Crossing her wrists, she plunged the daggers into the nape of the neck then pulled outward releasing the head of the skeleton to roll idly at their feet. Still in flames, the body of the skeleton staggered forward for a few moments before finally collapsing to the ground. 

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