Ravens. Of all the creatures in Renalta, it had to be the Ravens. Carrionbirds were something Child despised. They were carriers of death, disease bearing, death defiling pests. They used to flock the Arena back in Free Holds, swoop down onto the buffé of fallen warriors. So when she saw them circle in the sky she knew it was going to be a bad experience waiting for them up ahead.

 When the the people split up into groups. She opted to take the opportunity to follow the Scarab around. Quite a interesting creature, child had interest in seeing him fight. She had never met one of her ilk before so she was curius as to what he could do with those massive claws of his. She was not a great admirer of the Duelist however, all rules and cordial behavior. Not attributes you wanted if you wished to survive mercenary work from her experience. 

As they reached the tower, their friendly neighborhood archer decided to open fire immedietly. Child simply took her attack stance without a word, she was not going to hesitate in the least either. Her pulse as stead as someone simply doing dishes, the scarred and less then pleasant being that was Child grabbed her first set blades slowly from behind her back. The leather clicked and released the the curved cleavers that would do a lot of damage to someone like the orc. The blades were made to force trough mail, if she could hit a single joint on him the battle would be over. But he had backup, and he likewise, could fell her on a single swing. So when they split, she grinned behind her mask. It was a foolish move. The two running at Kasim and Alicia were at even ods, Dirge was going in one vs two. Clearly he had confidence in his skills. 

And yet, Dirge was the only true warrior in that battle, His opponents were a empathic manswhore and… And One was a bug that usually were more apt in stealth and ambushes. So Child moved quickly and as quietly as she possibly could, not aiming to get in the giant warriors way but instead she engaged from his flank, putting as much of her herself in his blind spot as possible and darted forward, always mind the giant hammer, its arch and his long arms. She pulled one arm back, ready to throw the curved blade at him, a little trick she picked up in the arena. A moving opponent always found dodging more difficult if the you threw it straight at him, one wi

 The moment he had decided to split from formation he had made a fundamental error. In combat, numbers are always a advantage in a open field. To split up only put their targets in a worse position, one that child was thankful for. Child pushed her foot in to the ground, shifted her body forward and tossed the blade with unnerving strength and precision (Heavy strike). If anything, Dirge would have to dodge or parry it, leaving him open for the giant ball of chitin death to strike at him.