The fight had made Elloria aware and tireless, and she sprang towards the bandit. This felt good- her heart was pounding and her breath was ragged and only half remembered, but something about this made Elloria giddy. Not the gore, but this sensation. It tingled through her whole body, but in a good way. Perhaps not good enough, though, as the Bandit met her and swung his sword. He seemed to have a renewed vigor about him and Elloria found it tough to continually block with the axe she had. It was not designed for battle, and it was almost a wonder that it had lasted that long. Nuren's crafting was a fine one indeed, but Elloria could only wield it so well. She blocked and blocked, but the bandit started to push her back.