The strain from pushing against the ram left Sevine with dull aches in her forearms and perspiration beading on her forehead. It’s not like she wasn’t used to hard, manual labor, but the steep slope ahead would prove daunting for the ram pushers to overcome, and be a test of true endurance and strength. From her position in the middle of the pushers, she could see the redoubt walls come into view. Atop the walls, torchlights illuminated the darkness, and in the bushes she could hear the rustle of leaves, the snapping of twigs as the Forsworn stalked them in the darkness. The feeling of becoming prey caused a wave of goosebumps to rise along her spine, the huntress merely shook it off and kept pushing, until she spotted a handful of Forsworn rush them, carrying their torches, and others holding orbs of flames in their hands. The group of pushers had just begun the ascent up the slope, and Sevine kept her shoulder to it, still digging her feet into the ground, leaving bootprints in the dirt in her wake. The sense of urgency to push the ram further up the slope, fueled her to keep going. Sevine knew that she couldn't break away just yet, she had to stick the pushers for as long as possible.  
	
	However, Sevine could not keep pushing, as she soon spotted two Forsworn approaching her from the left. One held a torch, and the other, an orb of glowing hot fire. They tried to approach her quietly, sticking to the shadows as they went, but she spotted them nonetheless because of the flames they carried. She broke away from the ram, drawing out her axe, and with one swipe, she pulled off her shield from her back, brandishing the two, she pounded on her shield with the hilt of her axe.
	
“Come for me you fools, and meet your deaths upon my blade!” She roared at them.

	The two men could only taunt her in return as they lifted their weapons high in the air, as if to make them appear more intimidating. The flames from their carried firelight made for eerie shadows cast across their painted faces.

"Believe what you want wench, you'll die for this!" Retorted the torchbearer.
	
	 A rush of adrenaline carried her forward as she charged the two. The two Forsworn were caught off guard from the woman, as they weren’t expecting her to be so brash, and with haste, they fumbled to ready themselves for the impending attack. The Forsworn with the orb of fire wielded an axe as well, and the torchbearer carried a curious sword, most likely one made amongst their kin, for it bore no hint of any known metals, though it did possess spikes along the blade edge. Before the fire mage could release a jet of fire upon Sevine, she slammed her shield into him, sending the mage to the ground. He lay there dazed, and did not move right away. Sevine turned to confront the sword-wielding Forsworn, and in unison, both gave out war-cries to intimidate the other as they rushed forward to greet each other in combat. Sevine kept her shield up on her left arm, and her axe in her right, as she swung wildly, aiming for his head.

	The man ducked from her swing, and in return thrusted his sword out at her, attempting to impale the huntress on the blade point. Sevine saw the incoming swing and danced away, ever cautious  of the spiked edges. He charged her again, and brought his blade down in a swinging motion as to cut through her axe wielding arm. Sevine blocked the blow with her shield, though the force of the swing sent a numbing effect through her arm. She drew back again, her chest heaving with the rage and adrenaline of battle.

	The two moved in a dancing blur of swinging blades, and glowing fire. The Forsworn swung his torch out at the huntress, causing her to duck from the flames as they passed over her head. Gasping sharply, Sevine felt her right ear burn from the flame, though she believed it to be nothing serious. As she came back up, Sevine saw an opportunity, an opening where she could strike, and swung her axe sideways, lodging the blade of the axe in the abdomen of her opponent. With a pull, Sevine wrenched the blade free from her foe, as he gasped aloud in pain, blood gushing from his side, and kicked him to the ground with a planted boot to the gut. With the wounded man groaning before her in pain, she felt nothing, as she once more, swung her blade high over her head, brought it down upon the skull of the man, splitting his skull in two. 

	Turning about suddenly, she looked around for the fire mage, and saw him closing the distance between the pushers with the ram, Sevine watched as he raised his hand to release the flames from his hand. She pulled her arm back, and hurled her axe towards the Forsworn; she watched as the blade struck him in the back, bringing the man to his knees. She bolted over to him, desperate to finish him off before he could do any further damage to their group. Her hands grasped what little hair the Forsworn man had of his Mohawk, and yanked his head back, forcing him to gaze up at her. With the other hand, she ripped her war axe from his back, and with one swipe, decapitated the man, leaving his body and head on the ground. The huntress panted quietly, as she surveyed her surroundings, there were more Forsworn approaching them, though, if she rejoined the ram, they could advance a couple more feet before being engaged again. Without further delay, Sevine returned her axe to her hip, and her shield to her back before falling in place with the other pushers. Again, she put her shoulder behind the ram, and heaved her weight into the ram, desperately trying to push the ram up the slope to the palisade walls.