Hild was certain that her grin was not a pleasant thing. It bared her teeth wide, vicious and uninhibited.

She could [i]feel[/i] the forces at work, channeled through her mortal flesh. It crawled through her skin like the cold breath of a harsh winter, and unliving things were sent hurtling into the embrace of death once again. She was a pillar of power, a light of the end, and the experience was... Extraordinary. Hild's exhale mingled with a long chuckle as she squeezed at her metal staff, slamming its bottom half into the ground. "I am the vessel of your purgation." she growled, and reached for the embrace of her lord's power once again.

The roar of reinvigorated light, the dulling of that terrible noise in her presence, a much realer noise of triumph, and a hundred other signs of a battle well on its way only increased the drumming of her zealous heart. Hild edged forward, closer to the soldiers who fought the undead so vigorously, and redoubled her efforts. She had no illusions that the miracle at hand would last, but she was determined to make the most of that heady feeling of exaltation while it lasted. The air smelled of the vanquished dead and the air rang with steal and mortal rage.

It was truly inspiring. "Extinguish them," she hollered, "And let not one of them stand a moment longer!"