[h1][b][center][color=silver]Évelyne Sylvestre[/color][/center][/b][/h1]

Évelyne let out a quiet mutter of frustration as her target evaded her strike, though her keen eye's did not miss the revealing of the women that was apparently being carried somewhere. However she had little time to focus on that as her plunge left her in the middle of three of the ugly, green, smelly brutes, one of which had the bright idea of immediately attacking her. Unable to see if the other's bothered helping and not really caring at the moment, Évelyne took a step towards the attacking goblin, turning her body parallel to the downward strike in order to dodge while simultaneously thrusting her sword towards the creature's eye with considerable force generated by her lunge. If she could at least maim the creature before its friends could help she'd be on considerably better standing. If these goblins thought they were going to beat [i]her[/i] they were severely mistaken and she would show them the folly of their decision to oppose her. After all, she wouldn't kick off her time in this place with a defeat!