[Center][B]☆ Helena ☆[/b]
[i]Nox Mission [/i][/center]

Helena smiled at the sound of bolts swishing past her and finding home in the thin flesh of the enemy. It was nice knowing that those with ranged weapons were good shots. Not that she'd doubted Althalus’s abilities any. But she had the advantage of growing up with stories of him being told to her. He was almost the same age as her father after all. 

She on the other hand, didn't have the range the other's had. She couldn't throw as accurately from as far away. So she had to get closer. Which was not something that she was particularly excited about. She did not relish the idea of getting in that close to basically the living dead.

“Well time to go die,” she sighed, more to herself than anyone around her.  She left the others, somewhat, striking out on a wider arc and coming at some of the outliers who seemed at least mostly weapon free. She stepped lightly, avoiding drawing attention to herself for the most part. Though once she was somewhat close enough, a head did turn in her direction. She slowed, taking a firm hold of her blade before tossing it at the shambling creature, missing the face that she’d aimed for and instead hit something below, towards the chest. Which seemed to do nothing but piss it off and have it fully change direction towards her.

“Well fuck me,” she groaned, reaching for her other blade easily, taking her time this time. She did not want to become food.