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— Brennan —[/center]

Preparing for another pass, he spotted Knight Delacroix charging on her own. Driving deep into the enemy formation could leave her cut off. He pointed his squad in that direction.

"Follow her in, widen the gap!"

Indrau lacked a lance, unable to grip his mount with he knees well enough to steady the weapon during a charge. Sheathing his sword to avoid dampening out whatever she might try. Instead he rode along the line, directing knights towards gaps and weak points. Really the job of the commander but she had disappeared into the melee.

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— Brennan —[/center]

Somewhere in the battle her spear has lost its tip, snapped off in the body of an orc. She discarded it, drawing one of the small, 'child sized' weapons and resuming her rampage. They broke, of course, along with the others she carried just as she came up against one of the trolls.

At least they didn't have any weapons. Maybe their drug addled minds couldn't comprehend their use or the orcs didn't trust them enough. At least it put them on even footing. She ducked the first clumsy swing and hammered a fist into it's ribs, which did nothing and felt like punching a tree. A few more blows confirmed that it was well beyond feeling the pain that such blows would deal.

Salz staggered back out of range, breathing heavily but not otherwise exhausted yet.