[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/34957/posts/ooc?page=22#post-1581957]Elrbetrt Westfeld[/url]
Liveria - Heaven's Haven[/center]

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[b]"KILL!"[/b]

That one word was enough to make Elrbetrt alert immediately, her hand taking out her lance from its harness in one smooth practiced motion. There was not enough time for her to even properly think about what to do before another explosion sounded moments later, as a huge something she had placed in her mind as a boulder burst into sharp fragments moving at deadly speed. The hair on her neck stood on end as she realized she could have been engulfed in that if she was further to the front. Was that explosion by magic, or some other explosive thing? She didn't know; the smell of sweat, filth and a hint of death combined with the howl coming from the source grabbed her attention and drowned out other trace scents in the air. It was the smell of someone who had just finished exerting himself in padded armor that was worn by several soldiers over the years and had neglected to clean it after a bloody battle a few days ago. 

It was obvious from the sound it was emitting that it was some huge fellow with mismatched armor, wielding what seemed to be.... something in its hands. Something big, huge and not very well kept. Two of them, probably with murderous sharp edges. Any warrior worth his salt would use only the finest Vincewick's oil to maintain his armor and weapons. Or did that apply only to her family?

The thing's choice of oil aside, from the previous scream above her and the howl from in front of her, they were most likely fighting on a single front with enemy archers above them. The sound of quick small feet behind the huge one, and the whistle of projectiles flying through the air convinced her there was likely to be a group of small feeted murderous people behind the huge one, just waiting for someone to try and flank it. 

Which does mean, she, as per the honorable code of her family, would have to engage the huge one, if only to distract it long enough for the others to move. How Father and her brothers adhere to the code as long as they did without dying was beyond her.

[b]"YOU, WHO HATH INCURRED THE WRATH OF THE HEAVENS! PREPARE TO DIE!"[/b]

"HYAH!"

Hoping the shout of Gabriel would distract the huge one for a moment, El took that chance to charge down the path towards the huge one, her shield raised to her body, planning to use the lance to impale it then make a turn to ride away post haste to give her time to draw her sword, and charge again if need be. Which she probably would need to. Something with that much smell would probably take a lance through the heart and ask for another.