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	Only a few short moments after the invading horde was heard to breach the East wall of Nadska, two rogue skeletons from said horde managed defy every damn law of physics and arrived outside the tavern on the West of town. Less surprisingly, the equivocate Elf and that handsome Jack managed to make short work of these skeletons with incredible ease. 
 
Fauve avoided dealing with the likes of monsters where at all possible. That didn’t mean she was a coward at all, she just didn’t see the point in putting her life in danger without good reason. Turns out, the current situation was good a reason as any. There was the option of following the path of the bookworm runner out the West Gate to probable safety, and she considered that prospect with a thoughtful scratch of her exposed butt cheek, but the problem with fleeing would be the resulting remorse. As much as she would never admit it to any other bastard around, she had a little thing called a conscience. The sum of people in this town were too weak and pathetic to protect themselves against this sort of thing.  

Jack was already on rout to the heart of the action with flail and tavern door in hands when Fauve made up her mind. She gave Gabriel a pat on the shoulder in passing, though she didn’t say a word, taking the road that led to the north of town where the panicked cries of many Nadska residents could be heard. 

The treed crowd of screamers at the North Gate came into view at the same time that a dispatch of five undead broke away from the horde, their sights set on Fauve. Thing about the undead, is they give no mind to clever tactics. Running at full charge, an anticipated arrow was the first to be released from one of the five and easily blocked by Fauve. Gnarling with discomfort, she had extended one arm well beyond the reach of human ability, seizing the leading skeleton by the neck and using its body as a shield. The hand gripping the skeletons neck then became a scissor-like tool that clamped shut to remove its head before the creature had time to raise its sword against her. While the archer stopped to prepare a second arrow, the other three melee wielding undead continued their futile advance. The two on the outside of the three had no time to prepare for the instant it took for Fauve to extend the bones of her arms like swords, and lop off their heads with an inwards swing. Not having enough momentum in that action to sever the head of the one in the middle, the two blades of her assault quickly turned to hands - one latching to the handle of its mace, the other grabbing its shoulder to keep it at bay - while the fabric of Fauve’s shirt tore open and her boob speared out through its eye. Its skull then busted open as her spear-shaped boob expanded like tongs. No longer than a second after the first arrow was released, she then pivoted on one foot while her other leg took the form of a club and spun about in a circular kick to smash the skull of the archer.

With first a laugh and a dust of her hands, Fauve continued in direction of the crowd at the gate and yelled at the top of her lungs.

“Run, you stupid bunch of imbeciles! The West Gate is clear!”      

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