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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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It seemed the battle had already reached the city's keep by the time the blood-soaked huntress arrived at the foot of its walls. One of the gargantuan Voidspawn attempted to scale the rampart, only to be immolated by a shrieking blast of fire from the pinnacle of the citadel, while another was ripped to shreds by a small figure that she was pretty sure called her "granny" for some reason. Well, whoever the brat was, they were at least right about one thing, though -- she had neither the time nor the inclination to dawdle here and let her prey be taken by another.

Seeing as the tiny huntress who'd called out to her had already launched herself into the midst of those enemies still on the ground, Fianna instead turned her bloody-minded gaze towards those that were now fleeing from the eviscerated husk of their fellow, scrambling desperately up the wall and out of reach. She exhaled faintly, her breath condensing into a cloud of vapor in the frigid air as, absentmindedly, she clenched her off-hand into a fist and raised it to point towards the beasts on the wall.

A disgusting series of loud pops and squelches split the air like gunfire as the air pockets within her knuckles suddenly expanded, the bones of her fingers erupting from within and launching themselves like so many tiny darts into the bodies of several of the Voidlings -- piercing them through with surprising force as tendons of muscle drew taut in their wake, reforming her mutilated fingertips into wire-thin tendrils that, with a mighty tug, ripped her victims down from the wall, and into the waiting blade of her sword -- cleaving five of the abhorrent beings with a single blow. Their bodies sloughed off the blade like water, dripping upward back along her "fingers" and into the stump of her arm, which swelled up like a balloon, muscles re-knitting together and their surface hardening into a chitinous shell, from which all too many digits extended like the legs of a centipede.

Glancing back, she noted that whoever had called out to her looked to be handling the remaining voidlings at the base of the wall just fine on her own. She opened her mouth, fumbling momentarily as her battle-clouded mind tried to recall how to properly form words.

[color=#CB0B53]"Leave these... to you."[/color]

Raising her newly [i]improved[/i] arm, she shambled up to the edge of the wall, then brought her gargantuan, misshapen limb down like a hammer, plunging its many legs into the stone. They writhed and skittered, piercing like pitons into the cracks between the bricks and "walking" upward, while the apathetic huntress dangled below, until she reached the top and dragged herself up as, with several snaps and cracks, the many sharp limbs condensed themselves into a more recognizable, albeit still-clawed facsimile of a human hand, joints splitting, merging, and warping into four "fingers" and one "thumb."

What voidlings had avoided being picked off by her earlier attack or by the girl at the base of the wall, she quickly finished off with a few deft strokes of her sword. Their oversized mandibles couldn't even pierce the hardened armor of her shieldlike arm, and, as they had offered no danger, also offered no real sense of reward as she saw them crushed to dust beneath her mighty blade. More... she needed something more. And so, she began to stalk along the wall, searching for a foe that could truly remind her she was alive...