[color=fff200][u][b]Alaira Taenn[/b][/u][/color]

Alaira couldn't really contribute, it was just too much pain for her to bear and it was all she could do to just curl up and whimper on the ground... It was then she felt something bump into her side, and she lashed out. Her gauntlet was primarily leather, but it was reinforced with light steel plates, this punch would [i]hurt.[/i] Through the haze of pain, it was nearly impossible to tell anything apart. This time, she was close enough and mid swing realized in horror just who her target was; Lyn. She managed to divert her blow, slamming her fist into the cart instead. Her face fully betrayed her shock and horror as she backed away, clutching her head once more. Her mind screamed at itself, burning and tearing, but she managed to suppress it enough to realize what she had nearly done. 

She screamed her eyes tearing up as she told Lyn; [color=fff200][b]"S-stay back! K-keep away from me!"[/b][/color] she cried, groaning and slamming her fist into the ground as a particularly horrible spike of pain burrowed into her skull. [i]I almost killed her... I almost killed her... I almost killed her... I almost killed her...[/i] Endlessly repeating in her mind, adding to her agony. [i]I... No...[/i] She thought... [i]No more!... I'll end this![/i] words came screaming through her shredded mind, louder than the others. Simple, singular purpose filling her. It hurt, it hurt so much, b-but it was just another wound... just another wound... She'd fought through worse. She stood up, shaking as she turned towards the source of her pain... The largest shadow. It hurt just to look at it, and she took a step closer to the Psychomancer, her pain intensifying just a bit. Follow the pain... kill the real foe... Before he takes your mind. 

She unhooked her mace from her belt loop as she slowly built up to a run, clutching her head with her other hand, searing, blinding hate in her expression as she charged her foe. The coward was a psychomancer, and a pretty good one it seemed, relatively speaking. He relied on his magic to do all his work for him, manipulating others, letting brutes do his work while he watched. She was a warrior, and while she wasn't quite as skilled as she usually was, she was a mutant, more or less. An aberration. Extremely strong, extremely fast, and extremely angry. She had built into a full sprint, screaming as she prepared to make us of every ounce of her abilities to slam her mace through his skull. Dust and other filth on the bridge was blown aside in her wake, her aeromancy enhancing her already impressive stried as she rocketed toward the foe she had marked for death.