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Upon arriving at the nest, Ruinil was met with a disturbing odor causing her eyes to water. She coughed and gagged slightly as she dismounted her horse. "Good gods...! What hell are we to face in there...?!" She whispered quietly as she peered inside. Unlike the rest of the party, Ruinil's demonic eyes could see clearly in the darkness. 

Ruinil followed the party into the cave, her sword drawn. The air was still and everything was quiet. Too quiet in fact. It was only until the group was a decent distance into the nest when the silence was broken. Not very far behind the rear of the group, Ruinil heard a few rocks clatter from the side of the nest. 

Ruinil whipped around and faced true horror. Several insect like beast was closing in on the party from behind. One of the beasts lunged at her. However, she did not hesitate, her body knew what to do, thus giving in to her instincts as she plunged her blade into the beasts skull. "We have company!!!" She roared urgently. 

It was then when the hoard of kests charged at the party. Memories of battle flooded Ruinil's mind, making her movements change. She was no longer just charging carelessly into battle, each step she took was quick and light, almost as if she was walking on air. She constantly was rotating, constantly changing direction; she looked as if she were almost... Dancing. However, though her movements appeared dainty and graceful, they were powerful and deadly. Her expression seemed cold, serious, and showed murderous intent. There was no kindness, no warmth, and no gentleness in her eyes, just that of a killer as her eyes were glazed over. She had quickly lost count of the amount of beasts she had killed in such a short period of time, yet she did not for one moment, break formation.