[color=c4df9b][b]Ettamri Belarence[/b][/color][hr]

A charge straight towards the middle of the group. 

Her blood was beating.

She would have taken the lance first, but she wasn't an idiot. With her strength, and the greatsword's reach, it was better than a lance for this particular encounter. Just as she almost reached the two undead who moved to intercept her, she jerked her legs, Horsey moving immediately to rear towards the right, veering away from the reach of their weapons. With her left hand gripping the sword, it swept out towards the spear and the shield, aiming to simply crush the weapon, its hand holding the spear, and its protection at the same time. 

There was no thinking, just a job needing to be done. And if the others chickened out? Well, she'll just ride them down and kill them herself.