"Easy, Liam," Fiona whispered to her horse as they rode out, able to tell that he was getting quite nervous. The smells of death and decay were putting him on edge, as was the half-orc leading them along. Not to mention the creature on Fiona's back. Drizzak had apparently wanted to make his way onto the horse without any of her help, which she could respect, but after the second failed attempt, she was beginning to get a bit nervous herself. Finally, when the goblin had a hold of her shoulders, she offered no protest, considering that they'd delayed long enough. It wouldn't be a lengthy ride to put up with, at any rate. 

Trying to ignore the fact that Lob had smeared himself with what she was quite certain was bear droppings, Fiona instead kept her eyes on her surroundings rather than her companions. It was unfortunate then, when the camp suddenly came into view, giving them no chance to sneak up on it or prepare an attack. It probably couldn't have happened with these dogs around, anyway. 

From atop her horse, Fiona was momentarily stunned, even more speechless than Sana was, her mouth hanging open in shock at the scene. So many people... she didn't know what she'd been expecting. Maybe that the slavers hadn't been this successful? It horrified her to see, and filled her with an anger that she knew she would need. Looking at their opponents, it barely occurred to Fiona that they were outnumbered and facing more heavily armed enemies. She had no complaint to Sana's order. If she had to kill, quickly was how she preferred it.

Kicking her heels into her horse, Fiona drew her sword and charged forward, figuring that Drizzak needed no warning. She could carry him into the fight, and she was quite confident that he would find a way to make the most of the situation, and the height advantage of being on horseback. There were many foes to choose from, but it was the dogs that Fiona made contact with first. A downward stroke of her sword slashed into the neck of the first to come in range. [i]Poor beast,[/i] she thought to herself.

Breaking off towards the right, Fiona urged her mount towards a pair of axe-wielding slavers, two men that looked so similar she thought they might be twins. Just as she was about to reach them, however, she saw a set of jaws out of the corner of her eye, and raised her left arm, her sword arm, to protect herself. The dog looked more like a wolf than anything, but Fiona didn't have time to think much about it. Teeth bit deep into her arm, and the force of the leap took her from the saddle. There was a brief moment of weightlessness before her back hit the forest floor, the fall knocking away all of her wind. She and the dog rolled over once, until the beast was on top again, thrashing her arm. Out of the corner of her eye Fiona saw her horse careen away and out of the fight.

Being more preoccupied with the dog tearing into her arm, Fiona quickly drew her knife from her thigh, awkwardly since she had to reach across her waist to do so. When she had it, she immediately plunged it into the canine's side, before shoving it off of her, and stabbing it again in the chest to kill it. Withdrawing her injured arm, she found that she could barely still hold her sword, and as she scrambled back to her feet, the axe-twins were already closing in.

"Got a cage all ready for you, lovely," the one on her left said, grinning. "Put the sword down now. Can't sell a corpse for much. Well, not to most people." Fiona glared back, her anger evident in her eyes, though they seemed hardly to care. She tried to hide how weak her arm felt.

"Your friends were torn to pieces in the village," she snapped back. "You'll get the same, for what you've done to these people."