[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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The winds rushed through her helm, the noise it made making it hard for her to hear much of anything. At any moment she prepared for the impact of lance upon flesh, prepared to bring down beast worthy of any knight to fell.

What she felt however was a mass of wind generated by what she could only think of as a giant swinging a blade, then a sickening crunch that reverberated through her horse , followed by sudden weightlessness and the disorienting feeling of suddenly having nothing around her. Wondering what on earth just happened, she landed in a heap against some boulders, the impact of her armor against it ringing out against the environment, giving her a vague mental picture of where she was.

"Geh!"

With her shield still strapped on her arm and the sword undrawn in its scabbard, she put her back against the boulder, catching her breath.

Well, that was rather.... revealing. In her books the knights could lance pretty much anything into submission. Her father's stories had also told of knights slaying dragons with only their trusty steed and some sharpened steel. Perhaps she was not of legendary dragon slaying knight rank yet? It was a pity about the horse however, she did so like that one.

However, she had a more pressing problem right now. If what she could hear and SMELL were correct, she was now positioned behind the giant, and in front of the minions knife throwers. With her back to what seemed to be a big boulder, she would have two sides the minions could attack from, and her front would be very exposed to the giant. Going for the giant's back would be reasonable, but opens her back to sharp knives being embedded in it or anything else they might chuck. An axe or a bolt through her back would barely be impeded by the chainmail she was wearing.

Going after the minions opens up her back to a HUGE weapon which would eat up a full plate knight, as well as risking her being overpowered by the minions' unknown numbers. 

Seeking a way out, she drew her sword, braced her shield and concentrated on her hearing, listening for the telltale whisper of cloth upon skin, the sound of a feet as they shifted bearing, breathing as they prepared to move or perhaps even the faint twang of a bow as an arrow took flight with a hiss. 

Elrbetrt listened for a way out, and lacking that, she would take the lesser of the two choices, and perhaps distract the minions. She would perhaps survive better in a tighter place with only her front to worry about. Silently asking for guidance from her ancestors, she moved,ready to bail at a moments notice as she rushed behind the boulders. There was a nagging question in her head however, a question that really bugs her a lot.

[i]Why didn't she hear more knives thrown out?[/i]