[u][center][h2]Marianne Delacroix[/h2][/center][/u]
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With thunderous [i]crash[/i]! the two beasts, one canine and one of troll's-blood, collided with what could be considered bone-shattering impact. Marianne winced as she braced herself against the force, still clinging perilously to thick silvery fur as she laid on Sir Ricard's nape. Sir Ricard viciously and voraciously snapped his fangs at the troll. The brutish wolf forcing the equally brutish troll to its back as slobber from his snout flew about wildly with his barks. With a heavy [i]thud![/i], the troll struggled against the canine's might as dust kicked up from its fall. A weighty paw on its chest as Sir Ricard attempted at its neck with his fangs.

[b]"Ricard! Bring it to its feet!"[/b] the Delacroix duchess cried out, voice clear and firm. Heard audibly even over the cacophony of combat.
Sir Ricard's ears twitched but he dared not give the creature any leeway in gaining the upper hand in their grapple.
He had heard her commands, however.
As the troll went to wrap its grubby mitts around Sir Ricard's neck, the wolf took the chance to open his maw and crunched down against one of its fore arms. Snarling hungrily as flesh was pierced, blood spurted, and surely bone cracked.
On his back, Marianne uttered her incantation to her blade.
Her veil in hand as she pressed her finger tips against its flat.
With a sudden jerk of his head, Sir Ricard roughly forced the troll up in a clumsy half-standing posture.
A second, more violent jerk of his head and the great direwolf used the troll itself as a weapon.
Tossing its body into a group of hapless orcs to be smushed by their own ally.
A flash of white leapt off of Ricard's back, lightning itself as her sword as Marianne landed.
Immediately shooting towards the now bellowing and enraged troll.


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Sir Ricard switched to a defensive mode, making sure Marianne had an avenue of escape as she did her surgical work. Spinning on the spot to throw back a horde of orcs, Ricard caught one unfortunate orc between his teeth. Their crude armor might as well have been wet paper, as with one closing of his jaw he killed the orc and spat him out like the refuse he was back at his comrades. As he did his work staving off the enemy forces Sir Richard saw a human male, an Iron Rose knight, clear a direct path towards the pair with his men. The canine's eyes narrowing as he took the gesture into account, he would remember this later. Turning to pop the head of another orc under the points of his fangs.

A veritable beacon of light, Marianne moved swiftly towards the troll. Darting from side to side as she deftly evaded the attacks of the orcs and beheaded each one cleanly with her blade as she passed. Bearing down on the troll and closing the distance unsurprisingly fast, the troll struggled to keep up with her movements. Roaring, it sluggishly swung at her with its arms, even its injured one. Drugs having nulled the pain from even such a wound as one gifted by Sir Ricard. Ducking easily under its simple attacks, Marianne was careful to gauge her spacing against the troll's reach, strength, and speed. [i]"Disable, disarm! And then! Decapitate!"[/i] the memory echoing within her mind as she dove between the troll's legs. The troll grabbed after her, but was dumbfounded when it looked at its hands to find it was unsuccessful in snatching her. Should she fail, she would at least succeed in taking the troll out of the fight. 

With flicks of her wrist and lightning-bright blade slicing through the air, Marianne attacked at the tendons and muscle just behind the knee of the troll. [i]"Bring it to its knees!"[/i]. Switching targets, she then swished her blade at the tendons and muscle in its ankles. [i]"Allow it not to stand!"[/i]. The troll roared in anger and whirled its arms at her, desperately trying to stop her. But, she was far too quick for the hulk. Rolling safely through the attack, Marianne's blade hissed as it began slicing through the flesh of the troll's arms. She attacked the wrist, the inside of its elbow, underneath its pits, snapping apart the connective tissue that held its muscle together wherever she could. [i]"Disarm! Allow it not to be a threat!"[/i] Marianne told herself. Standing in front of the troll, she panted heavily. Her white clothing covered in dirt and orc blood. Sweat making her equipment stick to her body in uncomfortable ways. Strands of her long black hair stuck to her forehead as her eyes burned with determination. She waited for the troll to fall under the effects of her assault, to collapse in a useless heap of ignorant meat. She prayed to the holy Goddess Reon that her blade strikes cut deep enough. Sir Ricard buying her time as he kept the smaller orcs from getting too close to her. 

With a loud cry, Marianne gracefully leapt into the air with all the strength she could muster. Spinning in air as she did, her skirt fluttering outwards. Rearing her sword back in midair. She went for the troll's neck, with every intention of beheading it in one fell swoop.