[center][color=red][h1]Diana Firebrand[/h1][/color][/center] [hr] Diana frowned at Scar after he had insulted and struck Kris on the back of the head. Not something she was a big fan of from this guy...er, especially not directed at Kris at least. Though she knew full well the other girl could take it, that much was certain, but as Kris offered the bag of rations to Macy a feeling sent down the dragon descendant's spine. Like something within her could tell something wasn't quite right about the other girl still, and in this case she nearly verbally agreed with what Scar did in this particular case. Her mind raced as she tried to think of the words that might help this situation, some way or another, but at the same time she didn't want to hurt Macy either. The girl had done a lot so far, and....!!! The redhead's face looked rather surprised as Arguth stepped forward and opened himself up, the twins moving in to block others from getting to...much less past him to Macy. It actually wasn't the first time she'd seen this behavior, as strange and seemingly out of the blue as it was. It was rather rare, but...even among her homeland there were people who could be overwhelmed by the blood running in their veins. Overtaken by the bloodlust of one's inner dragon, they usually were isolated ahead of time in a place where it could be vented, when signs were seen. She'd not wanted to trigger anything on Macy's part but...at the same time she couldn't argue the method as she watched the results. Daggers tearing into flesh, the paladin being sent flying into the wall, his guts hanging out like a messily killed beast. It was horrifying, though Diana did not flinch in the face of it...merely biting her lower lip hard to avoid saying anything. Though after the man was moved to the side, Diana ran over to Macy's side without hesitation as the other girl seemed to crack before her eyes. No...it was odd to see Macy in this sort of state, the first time she'd ever seen her truly in this state and ever this emotional. She hugged the sobbing girl tight against herself, not wanting to let go anytime soon. She didn't say a single word, however....it wouldn't do any good in this case it seemed. While others might call it the action of a "bleeding heart", she was stubborn enough to flip them off in return if needed. Macy needed this cry, as sad as it was to see, and Diana wouldn't hesitate to put herself in this position to give the girl a 'pillow' to cry into. It was the least she could try to do, anywho. [hr] [center]LEVEL 3[/center] Walls like exposed flesh, corrupted and pulsating, Diana had looked upon the walls about her with a level of absolute disgust. Not terror, nor fear, but raw disgust in its most open form. The smell of death didn't help any of this, and the incessant buzzing was something that rung like a locust swarm in her ears....a most unpleasant sound. Though as the fiery paladin sent out a wave of flame at the top of the stairs, Diana ran up to the front as well, positioning herself close to the wall of holy flame. If this stuff held any kind of liquid...well, maybe this would work. It as mucous-like, on a decent glance of it, and that at least had water in it. She she was doing would start just beyond the wall of holy fire, and not put it out at least, if this failed. In any case, even her crossbow was cocked and ready at least. [center][color=red][b][i]"Fo Krah Diin!"[/i][/b][/color][/center] And with that shout, starting just beyond the wall of holy fire a blizzard shot down the stairway, seeking to freeze and chill the fleshy walls and the insects swarming in its direction. It would last but a few moments, but its deep freezing power would...hopefully come in handy.... ...Though everything hit the fan, she was going to run back to Kris and get behind her so she could start shooting.