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A wall, designed to keep out invaders, protect those inside, a place where watchmen could sight danger before it came, but most importantly the first line of defense when it came to to invasion. Still for as impressive a structure it was, it had limits to what it could keep out. If the Invaders felt brave they could besiege the wall with rope or ladder to try and preserve it if they intended on taking the city. Perhaps they could make a small hole and funnel people in quietly, or in the case of the Orc’s break down a sizable chunk and push in full force.

Alarus, on the other hand, had decided instead of directly rushing into battle it was best the Mage move undetected while she did her best to manipulate the battlefield. Sublet things were sometimes the most important aspect of a fight and in her case it was moving around the back lines, ‘recovering’ biomass for her more, zealous, hobby of changing people to make them more suitable for battle. Or take out threats that would become harder to handle later.

By the Orc’s ideals what she did would be considered cowardly for not looking another warrior in the eye when killing them, but she was by no means strong enough to take on another in a -fair- fight with someone trained in the art of war. Instead she did was instinct and self preservation had trained her kind to do long before the Warlock altered their DNA. She took to the earth. Making an underground walkway by moving the dirt and rock around. Of course it wasn’t perfect but with a slight change to her own DNA and adding a little more density to her claws made them perfect for the job at hand, Tunneling. As for when she knew to reach up and take someone under, well her eyes weren't left unchanged.

So far she had already taken a good few of the City's defenders underground only leaving their heads exposed while they screamed from the rended flesh and consumption that happened below. Only a handful managed to be pulled back up from the head huntresses grip, but none escaped her in full. Legs, arms, and for the rare few fingers and toes. At this point she was more or less collecting food so she could keep going and offhandedly taking in samples of biomass for mutations and alterations. Yet as her little hunt kept going the guardsmen got wise and quickly called in for the City’s Magic uses to look for her underground.

Not being the fool and after nearly losing her tail to a mage with a keen eye she decided the little game of hide and seek best be put to rest before it cost her more than she could bare to lose in a siege. Getting behind the enemy lines as quickly and quietly as she could the Kobold emerged from her tunnel work different than before. Instead of the smooth scaled body she had, it was now rough and coarse with spines arched backwards, jetting from her back. A simple alteration of her natural DNA resulted in a harder more efficient means to handle the tunneling and rending of metal and flesh. It did have it’s downsides, for now she looked more feral and deranged as opposed to the normally calm and ‘harmless’ look. Still at least she was clothed, or at least what she counted as clothed. Enough cover on the top wrappings around the mid, arms to hands, and legs down as well as her skull which she was never without.

Going behind one of the homes she quickly peaked around to make sure no one had spotted her yet then quickly slipped in, however she soon found she was not alone in the wood be abandoned section of town. A Youth from the looks of it, one who seemed to be able to wield a weapon and shield. Perhaps too young for what he was looking at, an abomination created out of augmentation. Still what stood out to her wasn’t the fact he seemed competent enough to raise a blade to her, but the marking on his hand. Something felt amiss, the marking seemed to imply something that nagged at her mind, for what little it held with the boys survival changes against her at the moment. It was like a dog who had come across a dragon with nothing more than fangs and a loud bark.

Taking a deep breath she decided it was best to drop the mono-tone for just a moment if anything perhaps she could dissuade the boy into lowering his armaments. With the calmest, animated voice she could muster given the light of the moment she looked at the child.

“I would sway thine arms youth. A Shaman of the hills seek shelter from the moment. Would thee allow me a moment of inquiry, why are thine here and a name, if I may be so bold?”