[center][color=red][h2]Saria Silverlocke[/h2][/color][/center]	

	[color=red][i]How am I not dead?[/i][/color] That was Saria's first thought as the bristled limb smacked her right in the breastplate, sending her flying back a dozen feet in a flash of green. There was an advantage of wearing a fully-protective set of steel armor, and that came in the form of avoiding injuries from cuts and arrows. But when one's momentum shifts in such sudden fashion, if the armor doesn't give, the body will. She coughed blood as she lay on the ground, the smell of copper infecting her helmet. It was a stench she was used to. She took a deep breath, an ache tearing across her chest. It must have been a fractured rib or two. 

	She took a moment, but not to rest. While her insides still burned from the impact, while blood clogged her throat, she observed. The spider was assaulted on all sides, and while it did its best to fight back, the sheer power and numbers her side possessed seemed to be gaining them the edge. 

	[color=red][i]My side.... I suppose they're not attacking me. For now, anyway.[/i][/color] Around the spider a multitude of strange individuals used strange techniques and skills to injure and out-wit it. Fire, ice, and strange magic were all used in conjunction to bring an end to the beast. Someone among them, a girl with long ears and strange green clothing seemed a bit familiar to her for a reason she couldn't pinpoint at the moment. If she lived, Saria would make sure she found out why. 
	Another interesting sight was the strange statue-like being that laid on the floor surrounded by more than a few people. It seemed as if they were trying to get it upright, a stout man with metal appendages leading the effort. A legless girl caught her interest as well. Actually, less of her interest and more of her pity.
 
	[color=red][i]She won't last long, not with that injury.[/i][/color] Staggering to her feet, Saria let the blood dripping from her helmet fall upon her blade. As the crimson drops stained the red-tinged steel, she felt the blade grow hungry. And when it grew hungry, it ate away at her, slowly. She could never sate its appetite, not while she was alive, at least. She felt blood being ripped from her pores and onto the blade itself, until the steel had been enveloped in a sharper sheath made from her own life-force.
 
	Saria saw her chance as the girl in green launched a verdant blast of energy towards the hellish arachnid. Once again, Saria charged forth like a wild animal, prioritizing speed over anything else at that moment. She stomped past the upturned metal statue-thing, nearly stepping on a girl ensnared by silky-white webs, and almost shoulder-checking another woman holding a mirror. Just as the energy impacted the creature, she readied herself to deal a final blow.
 
	She could not see the weak spot through the blast of green, and instead of aiming for an area she couldn't see, launched her self upwards, where she knew the thing's body would be. As the creature regained its bearings, she wagered that she'd land on its back. From there, a strike, two strikes, seventeen strikes from her blade would be no problem. Just as long as she hung on.