[i]“Don’t engage unless ordered. That means you Garlenn!”[/i]

Erinya wouldn't engage, ever, without good reason. But what would make a good reason is a whole different thing to her, it could be a sound or the way her foe blinked, it could be the way a cloud cast its shadow or just her finger being itchy. One of her 21 arrows, of Elvish origin, was already drawn with the unknown mage's throat being its target.

[i]"You so much as hint that you're gonna spellcast..."[/i] she whispered from her vantage point, standing further back but a bit higher than the rest of her team which was now surrounding the fallen man. His blood was already relieving the parched earth, he wouldn't live long like this yet Shok was already on top of him, regardless of their little standoff in the middle of nowhere. He trusted them, every single one of them, with his life and Erinya wouldn't be the one to fail him. After all, they had been through way worse. They might be mercenaries and their little band of misfits might not exactly look like battle hardened veterans but they were more than skilled enough, that was certain. And there was trust between them, beyond all differences, there was trust.

She'd be able to take out the mage and maybe one or two of the rest if it came to that before her fellow comrades got in close quarters combat.

"Ma hal, ghilana mir din'an!" [sup]*[/sup] she yelled in Elvish, counting on Aseema and Eirny to let the others know and quietly pick their targets. After all, Erinya recognised the fact that the mage carried Tevinter insignia and the Imperium was infamous for not being accepting towards Elves and pretty much everyone without magical talent or noble origin.

She controlled her breathing and focused on the mage, she knew that the rest of the Oathbreakers would be more than capable of handling these foes.



[sup]*[i]"I'll guide the mage to death!"[/i][/sup]