Break had not fully formed for the day when a werepyre foolishly decided to approach, thrown off balance by the tear in the very nature of space and time it was childs play for Break to, with an effortless and graceful motion, bring her hand close by her head, bent at the elbow as if reaching to something on her back, close her hand around the boundless energy still flowing through her and rend from the space a length of inky black that squirmed at her touch as if it were a living snake. She flung with that same effortless grace her hand forward, her fingers splaying as if to guide the thing which stretched and writhed through the air like an arrow until it wrapped solidly about the beasts neck and muzzle. Confused it yelped and tried to bite down to no avail, as in the next moment Break's hand was parallel with the ground and the piece of Void retracted and threw the werepyre face first into the dirt. Both the Void portal and the tentacle disappeared as a dwarf, or some other smaller species, charged screaming at the downed enemy to deliver what was probably a killing blow. 

Break did not care, the moment her legs had become legs she had begun walking towards, well she wasn't sure where but she knew she had to walk that way. She knew she had been here, the smell of fetid corpses, of blood mingled with mud and rain, the sounds of screaming and dying, it was familiar somehow. At some point in her journey back to the Void everything had been taken again but even without memories there were things that felt familiar, skeptical people called this de ja vu, others called it muscle memory or other such faff. The battlefield was familiar but she could not remember where it was she felt she needed to be, or who it was she needed to find, all she felt was that there was someone who would remember and could help her fill in the blanks. If these strange wolf like creatures would stop attacking her for a moment that was. 

An injured human, she wasn't sure what side, had raised from his stupor among corpses and drew a gladius which he aimed at her with ill intent. She span on the spot to face him, red eyes a glow as her head tilted sharply to the side. With a crack of thunder from the sky above her coat had split and raised with a thousand angry heads with five thousand angry eyes and mouths filled with needle like teeth, the human screamed, dropping his weapon and running in the opposite direction, with the passing of the lightening those heads had disappeared and her coat flapped in the storm's winds. Turning her gaze back to where she felt she had to go she made her way with silent footfalls that didn't so much as mar the muddy soil beneath her, yet despite the lack of visible feet she moved just the same as any other might in such terrain. 

For now the werepyre's seemed preoccupied, fighting others and requiring a minimum of her attention to avoid. There was a moment where a voice pierced the battle and she was stilled, it shouted a name that held that same agonizing familiarity to it and yet she couldn't remember where she knew it from, friend or foe. For the time she remained still, sedate, waiting for any more sound, one might call it madness on the battlefield and yet she seemed both calm and aware of her surroundings. No further sound she could hear until there was a blood curdling scream, followed by a deafening roar. She hiked a brow slowly as she watched fire erupt a little ways off and smelled that rather disturbing scent of burning dog hair. Magic of course, briefly her eyes turned towards the direction the onslaught had come from, a ranged unit who looked rather close to being overwhelmed in strategic terms, with another casual glance to her other side she saw the Were's again, she was not with these savage beasts, that much she felt was true. else why would they attack her and the Magic users and archers do nothing. 

With the battle lines less blurred she was about to take a step forward when a voice she felt should be familiar roared above the weather and the war and called for the men still standing. Would that then include her? She was no man after all and-- her thoughts were cut off as her peripheral vision sensed more than saw movement. Darting back with a speed that her earlier casualness had belied she felt the wind rush by her cheek as she saw claws then fur pass by where her head had been moments before. A towering Were had lunged for her, his only mistake being that he'd come at her from her side, as his momentum continued to carry him to the spot she had moments ago occupied the woman took this time to conjure the void about her a whip for her right hand and a bastard sword her left, neither took what one would call corporeal form for both remained black, the whip's tip hissing like a snake it's red eyes, five in total, narrowed to near impercievable specks. It appeared liquid, as if when one might touch it it would be wet and yet it writhed even as she held its length at her side motionless as if it yearned for the blood of her enemies. The sword though was flat and much like a blade would be considered to be, it's entire form though composed of the darkness the void existed of, not black so much as an absence of anything and everything, which to the untrained eye was quite hard to understand or look at without growing a little mad. 

The sword was swung under the armpit of the beast as he passed, cutting into fur and flesh and along with a coating of blood that seemed to be absorbed gradually into the blade's surface a fine white mist dissipated from the weapon and the wound she had created. The beast howled in agony and turned to lunge again but with a flick of her wrist the whip shot out and wrapped about the pyre's reaching hand which soon lay in the muck as the blade sliced through it with ease. Turning in a pirouette, her white hair smoking behind her and her red eyes blazing even in the darkened sky the sword changed shape, elongating and causing the whip to dissipate so both hands could hold the length and weight of the sword. It pierced the beasts throat, a spear made of the same lack of substance as the sword. White mist poured from the nose and mouth of the now howling were as white lightening spread out form the wound like cracks in a mirror rending flesh and muscle with equal disregard. 

The petite woman left the creature to it's agony, without her touch or her concentration the weapon was already gradually unraveling from this plane of existence but the pain the Were was in could be heard even as she began walking to where she had heard the voice. The wound itself would be enough to kill the Were the reaction the Void had when in contact with others would just make it...more painful. When the howling stopped she knew both spear and Were were no more and with a trudging effort she saw off the oncoming storm of teeth and claws and fur making her way to the speaker who might hold the answers she sought. 

Her presence was announced as an aggressor previously facing the blonde who had, for some reason, perhaps fatigue? Dropped his sword into the dirt fell to the ground, a pair of Void daggers slowly dissipating at the back of his neck and the middle of his spine. With the same graceful and unhurried steps she stood up on the thigh of her fallen adversary and with perfect balance walked down his still twitching corpse, sending, one would imagine, her boot into his skull, stopping the twitching but not killing the paralyzed animal. After a long cursory look at the beast she stepped first upon his skull and then the ground, with all the difficulty, from start to finish, as one would walk a path in town. The lightening clapped, bathing her briefly in light, her cheek was red with crimson where earlier the Were had caught her cheek proving the void could well be injured, though while it bled those with good eyes would also see a fine black mist rising from the wound. 

Aside her physical injury though she looked wholly untouched, her feet unseen but the coat was spotless and her white boots seemed to repel the dirt, of course the science of this all made sense on some level to her it might confuse others, unless of course they knew more about her than she did. It was such a confusing state to be in, for the time she just stood before the dirtied blonde man in silence.