[h3] Ceridwen Phrys [/h3]
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As much as Ceridwen had assumed the Seargent to most likely be one of the more strict military men - in fact, she has assured herself he would be, due to the unfavourable nature of most of his soldiers. But surprisingly, when the Inquisitor spoke up and assumedly out of line he didn't seem to care particularly - in fact, he seemed somewhat amused. 

The elf was the most fascinating of the group so far with her overconfidence almost matching Ceridwens own - although Roland's reputation preceded him even out here which already seemed to be causing him some conflict without any effort on his part.

As they walked through the ruined city, everything seemed quiet, save for the occasional fire of a rifle cracking in the distance. It made Ceridwen nervous, she knew little of New World Horrors, but in her line of work a quiet place was always filled with the most dangers - usually bandits staging a trap although she was unsure of the Shamblers ability to come up with such a plan. Nonetheless, Ceridwen kept one hand on a pepperbox at all times. 

Quite a few of the squad seemed uneasy too, a few held their rifles, and the Inquisitor kept her claymore drawn at all times. Ceridwen was unsure of how effective that thing would be out here. The creatures of this continent were meant to be superbly resistant to the traditional methods - bullets and swords. The only reason that Ceridwen had chosen her weapons over an Ethergun was her ability to coat them in magic - the real weakness of the locals so to speak. 

Ceridwen didn't even hear the corporal at the rear try to issue a warning, she was too focused on surveying the area ahead, and then a shambler attacked. It was surprisingly the Inquisitor who spotted it rather than Ceridwen or one of the trackers at the front of the party. Ceridwen was quick to react, pulling out a pepperbox and aiming it readily, but not before the shambler had already impaled itself on the Inquisitors sword. Seemingly dead she had cast it to the ground, and immediately the creature began to move once more. It was doing well until it the power of the gods struck it.  Powerful stuff that divine magic.

As the inquisitor moved to finish whatever she had to do to assumedly cleanse the evil from the monster another appeared out of the alleyway. It was making headway towards the inquisitor. "Watch yourself, Inquisitor!" Ceridwen yelled at she fired towards the beast. The powder of her pepperbox sparked and let a bullet loose, approximately half way between where Ceri stood and her target it ignited in a powerful flame. Poor thing didn't stand a chance of keeping on its current course. By the time it connected the fire had evolved from a simple coating to what seemed to be an infernal spear. 

The shambler was knocked aside by the shot causing it to slide a couple of meters before it came to rest. Unfortunately for Ceridwen, the fire that was intended to consume the shambler was extinguished by this ordeal.  She ran to its side, placed her freshly turned pepperbox against its skull and let another shot loose. She needed to use her magic to cause the explosion that propelled the bullet so it wouldn't be as powerful as before but it didn't need to be. The flame laden bullet pierced the helpless creatures head ending its misery. She threw her head back as she finished the deed, "Those damned things put up quite the fight, don't suppose anymore are likely to show themselves anytime soon?" she asked, short of breath. Nothing seemed to be emerging from the buildings, but Ceridwen was keeping a close eye on them as she went about reloading her pepperbox proper. As fun as using magic in place of the flint and gunpowder was, it was less powerful and she liked ending things on the first shot where possible.