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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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The hunter kicked some ash aside as she retrieved the shield she had left in the ground. In the middle of the storm, her figure was dark save for the red glow of the sickle still in her hand. It hurt, hot against the skin since the flames had burned away her leather glove; but it didn't hurt as much as the [i]inside[/i] of the Forge. Far more effective against the Void than the shield alone, she decided to hold onto it for as long as she could. As she picked up the rectangular hunk of metal, its back opened up to illuminate her figure once more. Lightning flashed as Lexann looked around, green eyes searching for a new target. 

As the most recent clap of thunder rumbled away, screams of pain and fear found her ears. The Stormbrew didn't hesitate. She ran toward the chaos--as fast as she could manage, anyhow. Between the weight of her armor, the heft of the shield, and the rain soaking into her clothes, she was slowed down considerably. Though in her defense, the average soldier could not dream of even lifting the Forge with a single arm, much less run with it. So it was no surprise to her that she wasn't the first hunter to arrive at the slaughter. Lexann blinked and squinted against the rain.

Was [i]that[/i] a hunter? 

Among the army of void goblins, a flurry of hair and claws wreaked havoc. Not much bigger than the void she was tearing apart, she could be an animal herself. The only confirmation for Lexann that she was indeed watching another hunter was that despite taking as much damage as she was dealing, the little freakshow persevered and healed through it. 

Lightning flashed again and Lexann's attention was drawn to the largest mass-- it was a shock to her she didn't notice it first. Twice her own height and maybe bigger, drenched in the void. An ogre, she realized, an empowered puppet for the void to use against the soldiers. And hunters.  

Lexann watched as it turned away from a fresh corpse, its attention gripped by the flurry tearing apart its minions. Its gross, nailed hands came together to make a large fist. Raised above its head and high into the air, it looked like he had a hammer for arms. Of course it would crush a few bugs to get the hunter destroying them anyway. The ogre's fists descended upon the flurry of blood and ash.

"[color=lightpink]Watch it![/color]" she yelled out, stepping forward. That one step became two, then three, then four-- as many as she needed in an instant. The fists came crashing down against her shield aloft, but she did not budge. With Lexann suddenly in the fray, the tiny hunter was not the only target for the goblins anymore. Lexann gripped the sickle tightly and slashed desperately at the little bastards around her.