[centre][h1][color=f9ad81]Laurel Mith[/color][/h1]
[@Aamaya][@Raylah][/centre]

[Color=gray]With the contestants thinning out Laurel soon picked out the Captain of the Kingsguard fighting, surrounded by Exodus warriors. Although no match for the veteran's skill there were enough to cause concern so she changed direction, heading to support the man. She barely it made half the way before being intercepted by a roaming group of warriors, also bearing the Exodus colours. There were a lot of them remaining, she noted, although there has been more of them to begin with anyway.

She slid to a halt, raising her shield as the first rank engaged her. Neatly stepping back she swept their attacks aside and then countered with some swift blows to their chests, the mace denting in their breastplates easily. If it were a real fight the attacks would hardly slow them down but in this tournament the blows removed from paeticipation so she made full use of the tactic, dealing superficial damage to armour to defeat her enemies.

With three down she found herself with more room to move, the warriors apparently nervous of her feroxity, and so she pressed her advantage, pushing them back with wide swipes of the mace while defending her body with the mace. One warrior found his nerve and charged her but she neatly sidestepped, bashing him with her shield and in doing so hurling him to the floor. She stepped in to deal a final blow but pain erupted in the side of her head.

She fell to the ground, rolling and leaping back to her feet on pure instinct while her mind was stunned. Her vision had blurred, marked with bright spots of unnatural light which blinded all else and a roaring thumping echoed around in her head making it hard to think. Her hair on the left side of her head felt wet and aomething, blood she assumed, was trickling down the side of her face; someone had ignored the rules and dealt a hard blow to her head.

Dazed, she stumbled back, unsure of where her opponents were, shield up vaguely before her while a low whistling sound began to grow in volume inside her skull. She felt anger rising with the sound and for a moment, still weak from the shock, lost to the battle frenzy.

Without thinking she found herself crashing bodily into an Exodus warrior, thumping his chestplate in with the rounded edge of her shield while he lay on the ground before hurling it at a nearby warrior, a sharp crack announcing she had broken his arm with the flung weapon. Falling upon a terrified man she swept his weapons aside and grabbed him by the armour, lifting him up and then throwing him over her shoulder before stomping on his chest before headbutting a charging warrior, knocking aside their thrusting spear with her mace, with enough force to knock him out cold.

Regaining control she stumbled, the strength that has sustained her vicious attack draining away and leaving her feeling every shred of thumping pain from her head wound. She gingerly felt the injury, her gloved hand coming away slick with her own blood. Dimly she was aware that such injuries had a propensity to bleed heavily and that same subconscious manner took control, taking her away from the arena toward the gate the defeated were leaving by.

She wondered whether she would be disqualified, she had attacked someone aiming at their head in the brief moment she lost control but surely that would be overlooked, considering the wound she had received first? Whatever the case she knew her role in the fight was over, there was no sense continuing in a tournament she had had no interest in to start with.

Healers approached her as she left the arena but she waved them away after accepting some bandages, insisting that she could see to herself. After receiving directions she headed toward the spa although guards stood outside. They looked her over but apparently decided she was not a threat and allowed her through. Once inside she saw that, more likely, they had allowed her entry because of her sex as two of the Freyjan Princess were inside although only one appeared to be using the spa's facilities.

[color=f9ad81]"Ah, your Highnesses. I apologise for the intrusion."[/color] She bowed, wincing at the pain the movement sent rippling through her head. [color=f9ad81]"I was just in search of some clean water, I did not wish to bother the healers. I will not be long."[/color] She tried to give them privacy, moving to the other side of the room and undressed before beginning to wash her hair although the hot water pummeled the wound, making her feel dizzy. She paused, unsteady and holding herself up against the wall before continuing. She would have to find the one who had hit her and give him a piece of her mind, at least when she felt up to it.[/color]