[i]Fire. Blood. Death. Rage. Pain. Fury. Exhaustion.[/i] These sensations flooded Ruinil's mind and body as she cut down another enemy. How many has it been now? Dozens? Hundreds? She had lost count and hadn't planned on in the first place. Everything had happened so quickly in a blaze of righteous fury and blood. 

Her blood red eyes were hollow, yet burning with a strong feeling of bloodlust, as her blood stained body did not hesitate and did not slow in taking another life. Her movements were quick and decisive, yet powerful, and truly gave her the appearance of a beast or a demon. Ruinil breathed heavily, as she was exhausted from the fight and from the injuries she had sustained prior.

Unlike her comrades, she did sought out the High Templar or the Comanders, she was out for blood and nothing more. 

Ruinil had suddenly found herself up against 2 necromaners and their demonic slaves as they had charged towards her. Their speed was both commendable and terrifying; thus, putting Ruinil into a corner as the enemy closed in for the kill. In a fit of panic, Ruinil cast a fire spell, sending the surrounding area ablaze. However, she was too late and received a few gashes from the enemy, as the claws of their demons pierced her breast plate and shoulder plate. Blood splattered on the ground and ran down Ruinil's arm and dripped from her fingertips. She let out a scream of pain and agony; sounding similar to that of a dying animal. 

Ruinil was already on the retreat when she had saw Evelyn's signal from the distance. She rushed over as quickly as her legs could allow, then stopped a good 10 feet away and hid to see if the signal had been that of friend or foe.