[center][color=c4df9b][h3]Maritza Verenna[/h3][/color]
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	Scattering the last of the skeletons, Maritza spared a glance towards the fight against the vampire. With Dame Tyaethe holding their opponent's head aloft, the Knight Serpenta pressed forward without a second thought. That fight was in the bag. Crushing a couple more skeletons on her way down the stairs, Martiza slid into the light of the bottom chamber's entrance.

	Time seemed to crawl as Mari glanced around the room. In front of her stood Captain Fanilly and the Nem, poised on the charge. Ahead of them was Gerard, already at a full tilt toward the mage. To the sorceress' left were a cadre of armored skeletons guarding a masked man who stood in front of a girl who could only have been Vosahnn's sister. As the Knight Serpenta set her eyes on small crumpled figure behind the masked man, Maritza felt her rage boil over; washing away the last vestiges of her restraint in a sea of red. A primordial war howl roared past the Naga's bloodstained lips as she launched herself once more into the fray.

	Sliding forward like greased lightning, the Naga slipped around Vosahnn and Fanilly, her newfound axe blurring in a whirlwind of motion. With inhuman speed, Mari charged the armored skeletons. Swinging with a two-handed grip, the former Barukstaedian's axe snapped back into focus as it collided with the foremost skeletal foe. An earsplitting crack echoed through the catacombs as the armored skeleton in question ceased to be. A horribly crumpled chestplate clattered off the back walls of the chamber while the rest of the bones and armor went flying in all directions.