[h3]Artemisia de Chauret[/h3]

Like Locke, Artemisia wasn’t particularly in a position to do much more than what she was already doing. She might have put up her shields somewhat prematurely, but she was somebody who wasn’t particularly fond of leaving things to chance. So, she had the shields up before moving up to where she could actually be somewhat useful, not wanting to be riddled full of arrows before properly setting up. 

Of course, she was beginning to think it was all a terrible idea to be protecting these people, since they were all so incredibly insane. To think that she had cast herself in with this lot… it did seem to be working, though.

Even if she wanted to help the rest of the party in properly ridding them of the imperial nuisance, however, she couldn’t really cast any more spells. She could, in theory, charge out with her horse swinging her puny sword around at the armored soldiers, but that was an obviously suicidal tactic. Artemisia wasn’t prone to suicidal tactics, unlike some certain people that were in front of her.