[h2]Sir Tyaethe[/h2]

"Then meet them in the afterlife!" Tyaethe retorted, lunging forward at the line of orcs and--ignoring them. Who cared about the orcs? The vile things were barely worth her attention in this situation, all that mattered was closing the distance between [i]her[/i] and that witch as quickly as possible. Not that this meant that anything that actually got in her way got a pass... as one brute found out, hewn in two by a pair of newly-healed arms.

No,she needed to get to the witch before she could fire off any sort of magical attack... or show her what sort of stopping power you [i]really[/i] needed to bring down one of Mayon's paladins.

Mostly, she was simply shoving her way through, wherever possible. Cutting them down was just asking to get surrounded and held up.