Kalisel was in her element. True, she started off the battle by raising her hand to smite the fiends with holy justice before realizing she couldn't do that anymore, but otherwise, her blade was singing death.

[i]Step, drop the hip, reverse thrust.[/i] The gnomes were quick, but small and uncoordinated. Barely a match for a farmer with pitchfork, were it not for one thing- there were dozens of the little bastards! Kalisel took several small hits, but continued weaving through the gnomes with an elegant ease. Still, it would have seemed to anyone with a lick of sense that she could use a little help. Granted, most people with a lick of sense would stay far, far away from a gnome infestation...