[u][b]Gangraena[/b][/u]

Before she was able to attempt to cuddle the winged lady's wings havoc broke out as three prisoners started shanking the guards. She spun around, face alight with excitement as she bolted up from her stool and towards the incoming guards without hesitation.

"PRIISOON BRREEAAK! WOOOOOO!" Her bellow was simultaneous a celebratory cheer and a war cry which could be heard across the dining hall over the din of combat and yelling. At this point the only thing slowing her down were the chains around her ankles which threatened to trip her more than a couple times as she threw herself into the fray.

Wading into the miasma expelled by the wingless birdman she rushed in and did the first thing that came naturally to her: She reached down, grabbed a prone guard by his foot and hoisted him up by it. Being six feet tall she was just barely able to hold the guard high enough so that his head wasn't dragging against the ground. The weight of the guard was of little issue to her though. Her anchor weighted an easy one hundred and ten pounds and she was strong enough to wield it one handed with the same grace one might wield a longsword. Well, maybe not quite the same since she had to account for the fact that she only weighed a hundred and ninety pounds, adjusting her stance to account for the weight of her weapon.

In this case it wasn't an anchor but despite the guard's floppiness and struggling to escape her grip they were roughly approximate. This wasn't the first time she had picked up an opponent and used them like a flail either which was what was informing her following attack.

With gleeful abandon she took a wide swing with her hand-held guard, smashing him into the largest grouping of guards she could find. If any guards were left standing she'd knock 'em down next. If they all fell she'd go about the downed ones and punish them with a brutal overhead beat down.

She really missed this.