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Liara finally reached the line of rangers. They held tight and steady, doing their best to keep up with the onslaught ahead. She caught a glimpse of the wolf girl, noticing  how her music had done much to help their cause. 

Just then, within the blink of an eye, any opportunity of victory shrank to a void of doom and defeat. Screams shattered her concentrated attacks, and fire struck at her company. And right there, in the middle of it all, was Kalar. Liara shrieked in horror as she watched her brethren burn. What would it all come to if her mentor, the only thing left that warmed a small corner of her heart, had fallen? But instead of going down with the rest of those around him, the fire had sparked something pure and primal from deep inside. It was a sight Liara hadn't seen in ages. By the time Kalar fell, he had unleashed a wrath so deadly, not only had several fallen in its wake, but it also inspired what was left of his force to do the same. 

Defeat would be inevitable, if they couldn't get their shit together. She had no mind for strategy, but something needed to be done. Someone needed to lead the rabble out of this. Whether towards a glorious death or uncertain victory, it needed to be achieved as one. She scanned the battlefield quickly, taking in the dynamics of their situation. There were many obstacles, the tides were surely against them. That's when she saw him; the one who launched the fire at her men. He wasn't quite an imposing threat, but then again, at first glance, neither was she.

The extra burden of her bow would only hinder her next move. She quickly discarded it and reached her hands to the two kukri  that hung at her side. A loud roar erupted from somewhere deep inside her, her gaze tilted toward the heavens with an arched back as if sprouting wings towards purpose. Fixed with rage, she returned her eyes upon the one who threw the fire, she would have his life. Even if she died in the process.

Her voice boomed loud and clear to the rest of the rangers. [Color=#8FBC8F]"Be ready for anything, lads. We can still win this! The four of you, on me."[/color] she pointed to the four closest rangers. She knew them not by name, but by their heart, and the rage in their eyes that beheld their leader's final moments. With deadly speed and force, she rushed to clash blades with the redhead who brought fire to them. 

What a sight she was. Her mangled red hair had mostly freed itself from her braid, slicked with mud and soot. Her pale blue eyes were all that stood out amongst the dirt and grime that covered her. Her blades cut through the bandits with ease as she maneuvered herself through the battlefield, the four she summoned, following close behind. Slicing throats, piercing vital organs, the force behind each blow was deadly enough to a normal man. Pair that with the speed of her attacks and she was an unstoppable fury. 

She met him at last. But something had changed about her. Those eyes that had once been a mirror of the sky, had turned black as pitch and seemed sunken in. Her face paled, even the color of her hair seemed to lack it's luster. Every muscle in her body tensed as she looked upon the man. With a firm grasp on the hilt, the blade parallel to her forearm, she struck.

[@Makrinagon]