Lady Mo was more strategic in her fighting now, staying alert and defensive in order to save her energy. The battle had losses on both sides, and it looked about time for the fighting to end, as many of the strongest warriors scattered to destinations unknown. Mohowauuck retreated closer to the treeline, fending off the relentless Purge fighters that still pursued her.

Mo thrust her hand up through the crook in the crusader's armor, right under his chin, her claw-like fingers slicing through the flesh like butter. The last man actively attacking her fell to his knees before her, blood gushing out of eyes and mouth as he choked on it, his tongue now suffocating him.

"That's right, [b][i]kneel[/i][/b]!" Lady Mohowauuck said the last word in a feral snarl. Her words swelled with power, and pride. She then swiftly kicked the man in his head, causing him to tumble backwards to his inevitable demise. She cast her earthly blue-green eyes upward to see two vampires heading out from the woods.

She squinted at them, gauging if these vampires were comrades or enemies, and that's when she spotted the tomahawk.  She remembered the meeting prior to this battle, and how the vampire lord had mentioned wanting her to appraise a similar artifact. Mo narrowed her eyes, this didn't seem to be coincidental, what happened to the collector that he should have lost a piece such as this to a lesser man?

Lady Mohowauuck stormed over to the long dark-haired fellow, handsome or not, he would face her judgement. All would face her judgement, in time. "How did you get that?" she barked at him, her eyes making it obvious to what item she was speaking of.