As she attempted to make her way to Marianne, she was constantly hindered by clan-rats that obstructed her path. Such creatures would have been a walk in the park, had she not been injured earlier. Her problems were compounded by the fatigue that settled in with every sword swing she made. Fariha may be a seasoned hunter but like most living beings, her stamina wasn't limitless.. Especially after using a chunk of magical energy for a single spell. 

A scream rang out amidst the combat. Ayse. The huntress made the simple mistake of being distracted by her injured ally and the clan rat took advantage of it, thrusting his crude dagger forward. Fariha narrowly dodged the strike with a sidestep, however the blade still drew blood, making a shallow cut to her abdomen. She cursed as she cut the clan-rat's head clean off with her blade. Too many mistakes were being made in such a short period of time, and it was making the wood elf agitated. This was precisely why she preferred to work alone. Less room for error, less need to care about allies. The only person she could blame is herself.

Fariha retreated slightly as Ayse's flame consumed the area, anticipating a damaging flame since the caster was consumed with pain, but to her surprise, the flames burned away at the clan-rats and healed her wounds. The wood elf took this opportunity to retrieve her bow after noticing that Marianne seemed to be just fine on her own.

Siph's call pierced through the noise. His words causing Fariha to click her tongue in distaste. [color=a2d39c]"If only I hadn't missed.."[/color], she muttered to herself as she fought her way toward her bow. As she cut down the clan-rats, in the corner of her eye she noticed that her bow was being carried away by a skaven who thought it could claim it for it's own. In a swift action, she flung her hunting dagger at the thief, the dagger lodging itself into the rat's neck. The bow clattered on the stone floor as the creature dropped dead.

Fariha pulled the dagger out of the rat's neck, it's blood pouring out as the wound was left open. Picking up her bow, she scanned the area. Most of the Skaven had fled if they weren't already dead, the Stormvermin hadn't budged, their resolve much stronger than their lesser comrades. The clan rats that remained seemed confused and lost in panic. Easy prey. If she knew where the Shaman was, he'd be dead in an instant. He's lucky that he's not in her sights... Yet.