Once the coast was clear, Brona weaseled her way out of the chapel, rucksack slung over her shoulders, while her hands instinctively gripped the hilts of the swords in their sheaths. She didn’t have much time to overanalyze the situation in front of her, she moved immediately to engage a rather short creature hunched over what she believed to be human remains. Her footfalls fell without sound as she moved across the clearing, while she simultaneously hefted her swords free of their leather bindings. As luck would have it, she failed to notice a twig underfoot, as her boot crushed it, a crisp [i]snap[/i] caused the creature to whip its head around in her direction. A chunk of flesh caught between its fangs left her with a wave of disgust. [i] “Despicable creature.”[/i] She thought bitterly, pausing mid-stride to anticipate its next move. In truth, the creature before her reminded her of a pig, with its twitching nose as it sniffed the air, uttering tiny grunts all the while. Standing her ground, Brona and the small daedric creature examined one another. She debated her next move, but this proved futile, as the it sprang towards her, growling in apparent delight. “Ah! No you don’t, foul creature!” Brona cried, stepping backwards to escape the elongated claws on its human-like hands. Hitting the ground with a [i]thud[/i], the diminutive creature rolled in the dirt. This was her chance! Brona seized the opportunity, and with one thrust, ran the creature through its midsection. There she hefted it up off the ground, its yellowish body sliding down the blade. With a satisfied smirk, she made quick work of her foe by decapitating it with her other sword. In all of her time spent with Runil, not once had he ever mentioned the creatures from the realm of Oblivion, after all, she specialized in illusion, not the lore of magick. “What a strange being…” She murmured to herself before shaking its body off the blade, flinging it to the ground. Lifting her eyes, her gaze swept across the courtyard searching for another enemy.