[b][color=#E8B7A9][h3][i]Adra Son Sauhl[/i][/h3][/color][/b][hr][indent]
Adra eyed he knew gauntlets as the metal and the model of them clashed heavily with her rose-hued armor. Yet, she wasn’t here to be flashy and fashionable. No, she was here to help with the Scorned. Yet, maybe the wariness of the difference in make and material was from the power that was in them. How would things unfold in the future for her? How would they influence her decisions? She was unaware of the power they contained, just that they did. Adra had read from some of the most intriguing philosophers, and their stance on power was all the same—it was a monster of deception.

Their journey out of the human lands was not marred with much in the way of distraction or disruption, yet she had to wonder how their group looked to those that stared on. Were they a bastion hope or one tent short of being a traveling carnival? Honestly, looking onto the peppering off oddities that rode alongside her, she had to assume the latter. Not that she thought the group was useless, they were just different in the worst sort of way. What was each of them capable of? What did they have experience in? Had they shed blood before? Had they not? Adra wasn’t one to talk about lack of combat experience. All hers had been training, but it had been a lot of training. It was at a point that she acted reflexively to most things. Were her comrades as honed?

It was apparent that she’d find out sooner than later as the templar was interrupted by a piercing scream. Well, this was one way to start an adventure. The human ordered them off their horses, Adra suppressed an eye roll as she dismounted. If they were going to fight, having the higher ground would have been better. Still, it seemed as if he was aware of what lurked beyond the tree line. For now, she’d cede to his judgment. 

So, she did just that, pulling her warhammer from its holster that laid between her shoulder blades. She gripped it tightly in both hands, letting the head twirl giddily in the waning light of the moon.

Darkness covered them like a mother’s blanket, and yet it did no favors in hiding them from their opponents. It was fair to say that the creatures in the woods were things that loved the blackness. The figure walked from the mottled shadows that danced in Adra’s eyes as her sight focused on it. It was a wolf—it [i]was[/i] a wolf. Was that what awaited them? Were all the scorned some amalgamation of the world and its feral nature? Fine. They were still able to be killed, and Adra would make sure that they ended up very much dead.

More screams gathered in chorus behind the creature. Their fight wasn’t going to be an easy one. That was good. They needed to have their mettle checked. 

It was then that the tall fae announced that they needed to keep the wolf busy as she was going to cast a spell. Was everyone in this party going to order her around? She’d been caught off guard earlier in the presence of the king, but now she was very aware that everyone around her was fond of barking orders as if they’d proved themselves worthy of it. Still, now was not the time for petty bickering. They could bicker camp side, or their corpses could fight over patches of unsoiled ground--now was time for action.

The two asked to take the horses, did so. Adra thought one of them was capable in this situation. The way he carried himself, and his clothes suggested he’d seen adversity—and not much of the outside world. She didn’t have long to consider that as she felt something wash over her. [color=#E8B7A9] [i]Magic[/i][/color]. Someone was casting gods-damned magic on her. She’d never wielded an iota of magic or had it used on her. She had to say, she was not comfortable with that.

Crossbow bolts embedded themselves in the side of the scorned as it charged. Adra was smarter than to charge forward, but she wasn’t about to stand there like a gawking git. So, she sidestepped in front of the fae, pulling her shield forward and bringing her hammer to choke. [color=#E8B7A9] “You’re sticking out like a sore thumb, my tall comrade. I hope your magic is worth my vigilance.”[/color][/indent]
[@Rithy]