[u][b]Od[/b][/u]

She withdrew her blade from the body of a man, blood slaking the blades of grass, before looking up to see what had become of the battlefield. Ever fewer bandits remained on the field, most of the remaining kills being hers with the horseman having departed to confront the archers who laid in the woods. It was risky of him to go at it alone given what she already had seen but her worries would have to wait as an even greater foe approached. A tuathan man riding atop some sort of elder beast approached and at speed.

The mammoth beast's were armored and thickly too. She worried that her blade wouldn't pierce deep enough to disable the legs if she tried to slash through and trading a non-lethal cut for an opportunity for it to trample her wasn't going to weigh in her favor. Instead she looked to considering her means of taking out the beast from the top. While it's head may have been armored by some form of crystalline protection the same might not be true for it's back. It was also being directed by it's rider. If she could take him out that might leave the beast aimless which would make it easier to goad away from the castle walls.

In any which case she needed to get on top somehow. There was one way immediately available to her if his impressive strength continued to hold true.

"Throw me!" She shouted back to Reinhardt, pointing up at the rider upon the great beast's back. She quickly sprinted to his side then pivoted, facing the beast rider as he charged for the gates and, consequently, them. Her focus was steeled, her muscles tight like a well wound spring. If the missing eye or chunk of her neck was bothering her any then it wasn't visibly clear to anyone onlooking. Her sense of duty superseded feelings of pain or fear for her own safety.

In the name of the queen no threat to her lands would stand, no matter how tall.

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[@Guy0fV4lor][@Rune_Alchemist]