[h2][center]Tyaethe Radistirin[/center][/h2]

With Gerard remembering that they were here primarily on a rescue mission, Tyaethe followed into the mausoleum and down the stairs--barely squeezing past Maritza in time; that would have been awkward. Rather than attack the mercenaries that were assembled on this floor... she kept walking, starting to hum to herself.

That wasn't to say that the mercenaries were entirely ignoring her, but attacks that did nothing more than nick the flesh on an arm at best and were mostly deflected or avoided quickly became less important with the threat of the knights rushing down the stairs, all too happy to attack those foolish enough to turn their back on the real threat.

It was towards the stairs to the [i]next[/i] floor that Tyaethe came to a halt, swinging her blade up properly to catch the shaft of the attacking weapon on its hooks--which, uncomfortably, left a runed axe close to her face. The vampire was still but a moment before breaking off, towards the melee, to get a look at this opponent.

Chainmail, an equally-runed helmet with guards around the eyes, the axe... even without taking into account the blond beard and its braids, or the impressive musculature on display, there was no difficulty guessing where [i]this[/i] man had come from. Even his threat was commensurately above that of your common mercenary. "You're a long way from Barukstaed..."

Aside from a grunt at the name, he gave no response, having pulled back the axe and settled into position.