Sheolred was dissapointed how easy that one went down. She had hoped he would've dodged and gave her more of a fight, but alas, she was far too powerful for him. Fortunately her next opponent looked a bit more bulkier. Sheolred felt lashes upon her back, it's painful sting more of a pleasant reminder that she hasn't had a real fight for as long as she remembered (And Sheolred barely remembered how she got here in the first place). Turning around Sheolred saw a biggun with a whip, or perhaps some sort of makeshift flail? Either way, it was her new opponent. Still, with no signs of more enemies Sheolred only sighed. [color=ed1c24]"Tch... Try not to die too fast!"[/color]

Sheolred rushed the larger brigand, positioning her club in front of her to block any of his lashes. In the event that he's actually a skilled fighter and tries to use his whips to entangle Sheolred's weapon, she was more than prepared to let it go so she could beat down the bandit with her bare and armored fists. Sometimes you just needed a more hands-on approach. But if he fails to stop her, than he'd get a twenty pound club come crashing into his skull, just like the other one. [color=ed1c24]"Let's see some blood!"[/color]

[@PaulHaynek]