[h2]Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

Someone still fighting with their head cut off... that wasn't something you saw every day. Definitely necromancy, but it was hard to say if it was actually illegal on the face of it? Provided that Haelstadt wasn't actually [i]dead[/i] then it was probably an offshoot of some of the more desperate healing scenarios... but now wasn't the time to go stripping the knight to find out. It just gave her an excuse to ask for a fight after this was all done, right? A strong opponent that wouldn't be harmed even if they didn't hold back...

The paladin shook her head. Right now, the important part was ending this fight, and Haelstadt had given her an idea. Disregarding Fanilly's instruction to [i]not[/i] take them head on, Tyaethe took deliberate steps towards the wall of spears and then threw herself at the front lines.

If their morale wasn't already wavering from the headless warrior and flanking maneuvers, she'd make sure it broke. One unkillable monster was bad enough, but two...

Just because she [i]wanted[/i] to get hurt, didn't mean that it was going to be any easy thing. Penetrating her armour was no simple task even with a wall of spears, and it was frustratingly obvious that there was [i]some[/i] magic at play in the vampire's strength as she pushed forwards into what should have been an impenetrably prickly thicket. The same deceptive strength came into play as her sword swung round, the figure in front of her raising a shield just in time to intercept it... but with an implausible burst of speed added on at the last second. Shield, armour, body--none of them had the resistance needed.

Of course, this finally gave someone time to locate a chink in her armour and bury a spear deep. 

Excellent.

The same as with Haelstadt's unexpected decapitation, there was no cry of pain, just a triumphant look in the glimmering red eyes. One hand  freed itself from Tyaethe's sword and grabbed at the spear shaft, pulling... and pulling... and [i]pulling[/i]. In a dark battle like this, it was hard to see, but an arm shouldn't have quite that range of motion, should it? Nor should a single person be able to overpower you so...

Whatever was going on, that enemy was never going to work it out. The spear, wrenched free of its target, was similarly ripped out of their grasp and buried in their throat. That, Tyaethe thought, should surely be enough? Everyone was working at the edges, she was now in their midst, that was [i]two[/i] people that didn't die if they were hurt...