[h3]Martina Stonehammer[/h3]
Even with everything at stake, Martina couldn't help but grin the moment they were discovered.  No more of this silly "stealth" nonsense, now was the time for some good old fashioned violence.  With hammer in hand, she charged forth, a gutteral dwarven battlecry bursting from her lips as... Everyone else charged faster than her.  Curse those short half-dwarven legs.

It didn't take long for her to catch up with the others, however, and as though trying to make up for lost time she slammed her hammer relentlessly into the shields of the enemy, the white-hot weapon melting their defences to molten slag.  Horrified, most of the guards surrended on the spot, but those who didn't had their skulls meet the same fate as their shields.

"And [i]that's[/i] why you don't mess with a dwarf on the warpath!" she snarled, before rushing after Marianne.  As a dwarf, she just [i]had[/i] to witness the head of this despicable operation face justice with her own eyes.