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Arassel came into the fray like a fury, a sound issuing from her throat like the blending of a screeching bird and the roar of a wild cat, all leaves and swirling brush as she wielded her leaf-bladed sword in one hand and grasped her flint axe in the other - one to be used for the killing blow and the other to be used as a parrying weapon, all this excitement causing her to seemingly forget the bow and quiver that also dangled from her body as she moved toward the leaner of the bandits approaching Zin and the Vretonnian.

Her cry and appearance both had clearly caused the whippet of a man some alarm, his head jerking around just in time for him to bring up the ill-kept shield and avoid having his head caved in. This did little to perturb the woodland Elf though, her steps swift and light as she looked for an opening against her opponent, the man clearly versed in combat and wisely keeping his shield close to his body and his own blade ready to strike out.

It was when she finally stood still for two moments that he made his move, punching forward with the bulk of his shield in an attempt to knock her from her feet, his sword lunging toward her, but by the time he stopped his own momentum she was no longer there! Indeed he hadn't even seen her move, the hawkish rogue twisting about and away as something hissed just past his ear, a tattooed face close enough for him to see the way the green had been placed into swirling grooves chiselled into flesh, and he bought his shield back to the guard once more.

"Stand and fight, you pixie scum!" He managed to yell over the din of battle, his attention now not wavering from her, something that could potentially be his undoing...