[color=9B1436][center][h1]Eilidh Chiron[/h1][/center][/color]


Eilidh thanked Isabella and examined the weapons. She picked the smallest bow and the largest sword, and as many arrows as would fit in a quiver. Armed and in a jovial mood, she engaged in conversation as sang a few Centaur folk songs. The first hour was pleasant travelling, but Eilidh spotted the Hell Knights before the coach did and stopped smiling. Her eyes went narrow, her brow focused and both hands rested on her sword, one at the hilt and one at the pommel, as she trotted besides the coach, not hiding her prescence but letting it be known that this party was under her protection. She leaned in to answer Isabella's question. 

[color=9B1436]"Nothing we can do to avoid them now. They've likely seen us. We will just have to let them approach and then play it by ear."[/color]

If Eilidh said she'd rather not fight them, she'd be lying. Centaurs lived for the thrill of hunting and combat, and even now, the adrenaline was pumping through her veins. Even if they let them past peacefully, Eilidh would have to try very hard to stop herself from picking a swordfight.

Luckily, she didn't have to worry about that as the moment they saw her, they readied their lances and charged. A man on horseback is a pale imitation of a Centaur, and she would be happy to show them what the real thing looked like. The humans in the coach looked on as the stoic, friendly Centaur who not long ago was singing to them, now had a bloodthirsty smile on her face, had drawn her sword, and holding it in both hands and pointing it like a lance, charged at the Hell Knight who was charging at her. With one powerful last-minute swing of her sword, she knocked the lance away from her, then twisted her arms to change the direction of the sword mid swing, and stab the blade right towards the Knight's neck, in between the helmet and the shoulder guard.


[@PaulHaynek]