[center][h2]Morianne[/h2][/center]

Fire. War.

Morianne heard the tree crack under its own weight long before she noticed it hit the ground. A fiery wall now separated the battlefield. However, the troubadour's mind was occupied with a separate danger, the griffin. Morianne had heard the tales of such a mighty creature before in her childhood. Stil she was stunned. Not once in her life did she think she'd ever see one face-to-face.

Morianne was shocked. She stood motionless as she watched the creature with awe. She had to play! She had to do something! There had to be some kind song she could use against the beast.

[i]Think, Mori! Come on![/i]

Morianne's thoughts were interrupted by a bandit entering her peripheral vision.

She was too slow to draw her shield, only managing to narrowly redirect the tip with her sword. 

She felt the spear's tip strike her in the thigh. Had she missed her timing entirely, it surely would have ended her.

Doing what she could to retaliate, Morianne sprung on top of the bandit, tackling him to the ground. 

She sang a note. 

A crystalline sword fell from above, impaling the bandit through his mouth. It killed him instantly.

Morianne rolled off his dead body and onto the ground. She looked up at the sky; the smoke and embers obscured any possible details. Surely she could just play dead for a moment. It'd give her enough time to sing.

[i]Damn it.[/i] The troubadour gritted her teeth in frustration. [i]If you don't think of something quick Mori, you're going to die out here.[/i] She sighed. [i]So much for elves being talented and graceful…Wait! Graceful. That's it![/i]

If she could charm that big, dumb bird, she might be able to get it to sit still for someone else to land a killing blow. The griffin should be dumb enough for that to work, at least, Morianne thought so.

[center]Please, hear my song 
I am your wind
Your pushing gale
I will guide you
Without a fail

I am your home, your motherland
You shall follow my command

Soon you'll see

You'll Fall For Me[/center]